THE SKINNIEST TOAD
The skinniest toad practiced medicine when she wasn’t driving on the NASCAR circuit. But at this particular moment, seated on the upper deck of the omnibus, she was livid. The only other passenger up there had insulted the skinniest toad’s choice of footwear.
“If I was skinny and green like you, honey, I sure wouldn’t wear sequined blue and gold pumps. Damn. Are those bug eyes colorblind?” the giant squid had rudely remarked, going so far as to cover its own saucer eyes with more than a few tentacles.
“Oh, yeah! Shut up! You stink!” retorted the skinny frog, her medicinal and stock car racing skills proving to be no help at all in overcoming her lifelong lack of conversational adroitness. Also, let’s face it, blue and gold sequined pumps? The giant squid had a point, although the bug eye remark was completely uncalled for.
You’ve been watching The Bachelorette, haven’t you?
I haven’t, but I guess I should be. Ha.