If you’d like, I’ll take your frog to the Madame Tussaud’s here in Vegas and snap a picture of him being held by Nicholas Cage. Your co-worker will wonder about 'till her dying day. Let me know if you’re interested.
You could always find another frog and place them in a “compromising position.” Then, a few weeks later, add some tadpoles to the water.
Am I the only one that is reminded of Linda Smith’s A Brief History of Timewasting?
I’ll say it again: I don’t half fancy Linda Smith.
It may be premature to declare it over, but Froggy’s been face first into the wall on the floor next the water cooler for a week now, and the water company’s logo is a good 50º off center. Everyone is here from my company - egad, maybe I’ve been dueling with someone from the drilling company.
Sheesh! As soon as I say something, the mysterious hand goes and resurrects him. He was looking a little smug when I walked in the kitchen a moment ago, but not so any more.
Maybe, just maybe… no, it’s too horrifying to contemplate, but… Have you ever considered the possibility, no, it couldn’t happen… But still… Perhaps…
… your opponent reads the SDMB? :shudder:
Steven
That’s more than a little scary.
What is the Current Status of Project Froggie?
My opponent threw in the towel shortly after I realized I had some partisan support, and froggy remained for weeks in a nose down crash position. Until…, just a week ago he was enthroned amongst the napkins. I suppose his mewling fan imagined that as some sort of safe retirement.
I’d paid this development little heed, as I’d been busy. But thanks to your diligence, froggy’s been taken off his high horse and has just now encountered the top of the water cooler in a maneuver that would be best described as a discombobulating collision. And he looks it.
Fresh action!
Better yet, say “Gotcha ya!”
It’s been a tough campaign. While I realize I’ve been negligent about maintaining the narrative, the action has continued. While we slogged our way through the Solomons, across Burma, and up the Marianas, froggy took many a dive as I gradually slimmed down my list of potential adversaries.
Suddenly last week…breakthrough!!! It was just a chance passing of the kitchen at the right moment, but a sidelong glance caught the foe at work. So, it was not, as I’d suspected, our landman who shops window treatments at lunch, or one of the secretaries. Nor even an engineer.
WTF? It’s the geologist two doors down from me! My fellow artiste! Hell, I like the guy; and geologists are hardly known for their tidy offices.
But there he was, arranging froggy to his best advantage.
The challenge, by now, was easily accepted, and, with fresh intelligence at hand, it seemed time to launch the froggy death posture with the mostest - i.e., tim e to work the sand out of froggy’s fingers and hand so he could be arranged to display a contempuous hand signal. Which he did, most contemptuously, with one leg bent behind his back.
Today,…VICTORY!! I spotted my newly identified co-combatant in the kitchen, alone, and he walked up to the water cooler and said, “Hell, somebody keeps on killin’ this damn frog!” Afterwhich, he picked up froggy and smashed him head down into the cooler top, resulting in one of the best froggy death postures yet.
So, what’s next?
The copier girl?
Nah, she’s too nice.
You know, I just got a sand froggy from my Secret Santa, and we have one of those water coolers… hmmmmmmm.
Actually, I’m serious thinking of stealing one of my coworkers little objects and sending it on a Doper world tour. My office would think it was a SCREAM.
Saw this thread mentioned on the pranks page, and thought I’d resurrect it to tell you about a frog that did go on vacation - I present Kaeru.
Damn, I wish I had been here for the original incarnation or this thread. I would have suggested replacing the frog with a Prince Charming doll, with a sign asking for the cubicle location of his Maiden Fair.
Two frogs humping would be good too.
The humping frogs are headed to Ralph’s pool party.
Since it bobbed to the surface, I’ll note that my opponent quickly overcame his frustration and once again began treating froggy like royalty.
This forced me to redouble my efforts, and froggy has died a thousand deaths in the last year. Just yesterday he assumed one of his best yet, appearing splattered up against one of the water bottles in waiting.
I’m considering getting a little piece of rounded red cloth to attach to him as a dead frog’s tongue lolling out.
Slight hijack – my mother told me she once stepped on a frog, barefoot. Shish. :eek:
Eh, that would be “squish”
I’m reading this within sight of my frog, Hope.
Hope is very mad at all of you.
Hope said to tell you “pttht!!” (At least that’s what it sounded like.)
Hope is usually a very nice frog but you made him angry.
Now I have to deal with a pissed off frog.
Thanks.