Once upon a time, in a land far away, a beautiful, independent, self-assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat, contemplating ecological issues on the shores of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle. The frog hopped into the princess' lap and said:
"Elegant Lady, I was once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me. One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back into the dapper, young prince that I am and then, my sweet, we can marry and set up housekeeping in your castle with my mother, where you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children, and forever feel grateful and happy so doing."
That night, as the princess dined sumptuously on a repast of lightly sautéed frog legs seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce, she chuckled and thought to herself:
I don't fucking think so!! :shock:
Steve 8)
Not so very long ago in a place reasonably close to here a young vicar was walking along side a stream when he spotted a frog. Walking by he remarked a distressed voice from the direction of the frog. Drawing closer he heard the frog say " Help me ! please Help Me!, I am not really a frog but a choir boy who was turned into a frog by a wicked choir master". "Oh dear! " exclaimed the vicar, "whatever can I do to help you! ?".
"Well" said the frog "I am told that the only way I can escape the spell is for my head to be laid where the head of a holy man has laid".
WIth no further ado the kind vicar scooped up the frog in his hat, took it back to the rectory, and laid it gently upon his pillow whereupon it turned immediately back into a choir boy.
That my Lord and Members of the Jury rests the case for the defence "
corrie... i guess they mean "muff fluff"
lol
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ms peel.......is there a zip in the crotch area??????