27 Mar


Once, I was drinking. It was last fall, so it was still warm outside.

We have some trees by our house, and I decided to go “exploring.” I found a toad.

Obviously, I picked it up.

I carried it upstairs to show my friends who were also drinking.

We were all very excited. Then the toad got nervous and ….

It pissed all over my hands. I threw it down and ran away.

I thought you should know. Don’t pick up toads.



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Posted by on 27 March 2011 in Drinking Tales


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