modern day fairy tale

[dejavu]

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 doing so. "

That night, as the princess dined sumptuously
on lightly sauteed frog legs
seasoned in a white wine
and onion cream sauce,
she chuckled and thought to herself:
I don't freaking think so.

[BrerRabbit]

ANOTHER FROG STORY
The golfer hit his drive into the adjacent water hazard on the first hole. He walked over to look for his ball and saw it about six feet out from the shore in shallow water. He took his ball retriever from his bag, extended it and reached out into the water and got his ball. As he was drying it off, he heard a voice speak to him.
"Hey, mister," the voice said.
He looked around and saw no one. He started back to drop his ball along the ball's line of flight as it went into the hazard.
"Hey, mister," the voice said again.
He looked down amongst the weeds and grass growing by the water and saw a frog. This time he was looking at the frog when it said, "Hey, mister."
"Yeah? What do you want, frog?" he asked.
"Mister, I'm really a beautiful princess but a wicked witch has put a spell on me and turned me into an ugly frog. If you will pick me up and kiss me, I'll turn back into a beautiful princess. Then you can take me home and we'll make wild passionate love for hours," the frog said.
The man reached down, picked the frog up and put it in his windbreaker pocket. He walked a few yards back down the fairway and dropped his ball preparing for his third shot.
"Hey, mister," the frog called, "aren't you going to kiss me?"
The man took a couple of practice swings with his three-wood and then hit the ball onto the par four green. Walking on towards the green, he said, "No, I'm not going to kiss you. At my age I'd rather have a talking frog."

[fms]

ANOTHER FROG STORY
The golfer hit his drive into the adjacent water hazard on the first hole. He walked over to look for his ball and saw it about six feet out from the shore in shallow water. He took his ball retriever from his bag, extended it and reached out into the water and got his ball. As he was drying it off, he heard a voice speak to him.
"Hey, mister," the voice said.
He looked around and saw no one. He started back to drop his ball along the ball's line of flight as it went into the hazard.
"Hey, mister," the voice said again.
He looked down amongst the weeds and grass growing by the water and saw a frog. This time he was looking at the frog when it said, "Hey, mister."
"Yeah? What do you want, frog?" he asked.
"Mister, I'm really a beautiful princess but a wicked witch has put a spell on me and turned me into an ugly frog. If you will pick me up and kiss me, I'll turn back into a beautiful princess. Then you can take me home and we'll make wild passionate love for hours," the frog said.
The man reached down, picked the frog up and put it in his windbreaker pocket. He walked a few yards back down the fairway and dropped his ball preparing for his third shot.
"Hey, mister," the frog called, "aren't you going to kiss me?"
The man took a couple of practice swings with his three-wood and then hit the ball onto the par four green. Walking on towards the green, he said, "No, I'm not going to kiss you. At my age I'd rather have a talking frog."

As I was reading Dejavus story, I was thinking about this one. :D

[dejavu]

ANOTHER FROG STORY
The golfer hit his drive into the adjacent water hazard on the first hole. He walked over to look for his ball and saw it about six feet out from the shore in shallow water. He took his ball retriever from his bag, extended it and reached out into the water and got his ball. As he was drying it off, he heard a voice speak to him.
"Hey, mister," the voice said.
He looked around and saw no one. He started back to drop his ball along the ball's line of flight as it went into the hazard.
"Hey, mister," the voice said again.
He looked down amongst the weeds and grass growing by the water and saw a frog. This time he was looking at the frog when it said, "Hey, mister."
"Yeah? What do you want, frog?" he asked.
"Mister, I'm really a beautiful princess but a wicked witch has put a spell on me and turned me into an ugly frog. If you will pick me up and kiss me, I'll turn back into a beautiful princess. Then you can take me home and we'll make wild passionate love for hours," the frog said.
The man reached down, picked the frog up and put it in his windbreaker pocket. He walked a few yards back down the fairway and dropped his ball preparing for his third shot.
"Hey, mister," the frog called, "aren't you going to kiss me?"
The man took a couple of practice swings with his three-wood and then hit the ball onto the par four green. Walking on towards the green, he said, "No, I'm not going to kiss you. At my age I'd rather have a talking frog."


:lmao: :lmao:

[Dinaress]

Two nicely dressed ladies start up a conversation while
waiting in the LAX airport.

The 1st lady was an arrogant California woman married to a wealthy
man.

The second was a well mannered elderly woman from the South.
When the conversation centered on if they had any children, the
California woman started by saying, "When my first child was born, my
husband built a beautiful mansion for me."

The lady from the South commented, "Well, isn't that precious?"

The first woman continued, "When my second child was born, my
husband bought me a beautiful Mercedes-Benz."

Again, the lady from the South commented, "Well, isn't that
precious?"

The first woman continued boasting, "Then, when my third child
was born, my husband bought me this exquisite diamond bracelet."

Yet again, the Southern lady commented, "Well, isn't that
precious??"

The first woman then ask! ed her companion, "What did your husband
buy for you when you had your first child?"

"My husband sent me to charm school," declared the Southern lady.

"Charm school! ??" the first woman gasped, " What on earth for?"

The Southern lady responded, "Well for one thing, instead of saying
'Who gives a ?' I learned to say, "Well, isn't that precious?"