Dribble

I was 'updating my profile' and you know those questions they ask you which you can keep changing? Well, there was one which went "Quick! The children want to hear the story of the bald frog with the wig!" or something along those lines. There I was thinking "What an oppertunity!" but my answer exceeded the 400 character limit. Or was it 400 words? No i don't think so. This is computerized shit. So here goes:

Once upon a time (in mexico.. ha ha), there was this frog. He croaked away in bingle bog (sound familiar to my fellow cbse slaves?). Ok but seriously, this frog was like the coolest animal around. He used to wear a load of bling. Oh and he had a mohawk that all the other animals kept ogling at.

One day, he went on a date with this "totally hawt" iguana. They were sitting near a spring and talking happily when suddenly it started raining!! (dun dun dunnnn!)

"Don't you worry, iguana dear!" said the frog, "My mohawk can shield us both!" Little did he know that the rain water was shrinking his mohawk.

"Oh. My. God," the iguana said in horror, "Your mohawk...it's...shrinking??" In a few seconds, the frog was bald.

"Iguana, dearest, I must confess.." sighed the frog, "My hair is fake. I'm actually 82 years old. I had plastic surgery done."

"UGH!" screamed the iguana, whipping the old frog with her tail and storming off.

The frog sat down and glared up at the suddenly dark, sky. "Is this my fate? Will I never be able to do it again?" [DO-AH?! ... I can't BELIEVE I actually did that...]

Thunder and lightning struck! The frog cowered in fright. He waited for about five minutes for something to happen.

"You mean all that build up was for nothing?!" the frog yelled irritably at the sky.

"Dude, did you not like see me when I jumped out of the clouds?" said a voice. The frog turned around in surprise. There stood an Ibex in all his glory, wearing cool purple sunglasses and millions of hippie chains around his neck.

"Wh...Wha..Who..?" dithered the frog, feeling confused.

"Dude!!!" said the Ibex, grinning as he stressed on the 'u' in 'dude'.

"But," the frog said, slightly irritated, "You're supposed to be God like! Not some junkie!"

"Hey!" the Ibex said, offended, "I am totally not a junkie! And, dude, I AM God. You're just expecting all that whiteness and purity. You just have to feel the love."

"Right," the frog muttered.

"So you want some hair, dude?"

"That would be nice, thank you."

"What kind of style?"

"Just like my old mohawk."

"But mohawks were so yesterday, dude!"

"Then what's the in thing that the kids wear now?"

"Faux Hawks are in, man!"

"Well, ok."

The Ibex took out one of his million chains by lowering his head. He ate one of the beads.

"Is this like witchcraft?" the frog asked, in awe.

"Huh? Oh! No dude, I just like the way they taste."

Then the Ibex stared hard at the frog's bald head. There was a clap of lightning and the next thing the frog knew, his hair had the coolest look about it. The Ibex was gone.

So the old, creepy frog lived a happy life. (The few years he had left anyway.)

The End.

thank you for putting up with a complete waste of post. :)