I walk up to the front of your house, holding a flier reading 'Frawg Kult'. I needed a massive following so I could one-up the ant army that scurried beneath our feet. I crush an ant under my shoe and proceed to ring the doorbell once-pause-twice. You open the door and I smile at you while handing you the paper inbetween my hands. You take it and read carefully. "F-Frog Legend's Cult… Who even is that?" you question, looking back at me, eyebrows scrunched. I simply just let out a deep cackle. "Frawg Legend is here and in the flesh," I say as I peel off my leathery skin to reveal 400 bumpy toads and 600 slick frogs. "Ribbit," I croak, as I and the other amphibians hop across your lawn and into the pond.
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Crackhead Imagines
HumorI write these based off conversations or pictures my friends send me and they make me laugh so unnecessarily hard and loud I almost pee my pants every time. Anyways thanks for your time.
