Can some lady frog have a heart and just have a talk with him?
There is a cold, lonely and horny bullfrog camouflaged somewhere amongst the great expanse of wet field behind my block that’s having some serious problem. It’s been croaking its head off (my mum thinks it’s a pig, bless her soul) for hours, ever since the rain stopped in the evening.
What’s up, brudderrrrr? We all (already) know you’re not getting any tonight alright? You’ve been groaning for ages. Let the rest of us in the neighbourhood get some sleep ok? Be considerate!