So about a month ago I went to see Third Eye Blind despite a massive....whatever. I promise that from here on out, I will continue sneaking little doses of 3eb in your coffee instead of offering you Stephan's head on a silver platter.
Last week I was leaving my house to go to work at 6:30 am, when I stepped outside and no sooner did I shut the door that I saw a massive black frog sitting in the corner of my entryway. He was terrible. He just sat there, staring at the wall, all Blair-witch-like, and I took off running to my car. I didn't even lock the front door. When I got to my car, I felt millions of frogs crawling all over me. I jumped in and proceeded to have a panic attack, writhing around and uttering strange noises, and I may have even shed a few tears. When I was finally able to pull out of the driveway, I looked back at my front door, and the frog wasn't there. I screamed. He couldn't have just disappeared; clearly he must have been on me. Somewhere.
He wasn't on me. But I still hate him.
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