I have seen and done many things in my years on this blessed orb. I toured cities large and small as a gangsta rapper, collecting undergarments of all shapes and sizes. I sailed to ports both glorious and grimy with the merchant marines. I worked at a vineyard in Tuscany, stomping grapes until my legs were stained a pleasing shade of lavender. And then, after my jailhouse religious awakening, I took my hajj pilgrimage, where I joined a sea of other white-clad canines in the sacred Stoning of the Devil ritual. For good measure, and to show him who's boss, I left Satan with an eyeful of urine. Yes, my flock, I have been fortunate to behold many wondrous sights. But until recently, I had never known the singular sensation of having a toad, filled with religious fervor, launch itself onto my head.
It is always nice to know that my teachings have made an impact.
11 comments:
That is amazing, you must have that effect on all creatures Mugsy. Good job catching this miracle on film, don't go smoking the secretions now!
Mugsy, as tempting as it may be, do not lick the toad!
*GASP* We in the harem do not want any nasty TOAD spital/flem/whatever they secrete on you! Please make sure you go for your yearly bath before visting us my husband.
Aine.
PS from my mummy to Martha... LMAO!!!
Welcome to the flock, toadie.
Mugsy~
Hallucinogenic Toads...
also...
Toxic Toads
Toad Lickers
Trippin' Toads
I could go on and on and on....
woof-woof
Lot's of Lick's
Sam
That's no toad, Bro. Mugsy. It's Prince Charming.
LMAO!
Ayatollah, your adventures in this life never cease to amaze me.The toad, apparently, is just another over zealous fan. By chance did anyone in your harem pull a "Faith Hill" on him?
I have received many warnings regarding toad-licking and smoking, and they are duly noted. Thank you, my flock.
Fear not, Aine, I received a forced bath just yesterday with Wendell.
I was under the impression that I was Prince Charming, J.B.
Welcome to the congregation, Nevis.
A Faith Hill? I am sorry, but I do not know what that refers to. My faith forbids me from listening to country music.
Last year, Faith Hill publicly berated an over zealous (and crude) fan for grabbing her husband's, uh, shall I say "nether regions" while he was on stage.
Oh, yes. I remember that, Sarah. I used to have that problem, too. Back when I still had "nether regions."
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