Once upon a time there was a frog called Phyllis. She was a good frog,never venturing onto the wrong side of the lilypad, till one day she spotted a particularly juicy fly and hopped determinedly after it down to the deep end of the pond, of which she'd heard strange things.
There she met Terry the Toad who was passing time by hopping up to emo kids so they could lick his back. He offered a lick to Phyllis, who was tempted, but remembered her family motto to never trust a toad. Deciding family allegiance wasn't worth a bullrush, Phyllis sampled her new friend's psychadelic properties. It was awesome and she stayed down the deep end of the pool for the rest of her days, freaking out the emos and enjoying the trippiness of the sun on the water.
What, you were expecting a moral? drugs are good, mkay?
(this is the kinda crap i write when sober - someone give me a spliff!)
Unknown "☆Logan☆" Serene
- 17 years, 21 days ago
