Fountains can be calming, soothing, and create an overall sensation of tranquility, or they can sound like a man has been urinating for the last seven days. This frog number that sits not too far from my bedroom window has plagued me since my mother purchased it.
The motives of the frogs are unclear. It is reminiscent of the R. Kelly incident. The victim frog seems apprehensive, and unsure. This is proving to be a bad idea after all, she thinks. The culprit frog sadly, can’t reach. His inadequacies maybe a contributing cause to the other frog’s disappointment. I don’t know, but it’s all just so very twisted.
Embalming frogs in order to have them do perverted sex scenes on fountains for old ladies to purchase and get their kicks is just wrong. It is immoral, and those sex crazed AARP members should know better.
I yearn for the good old days of wind chimes, and cascading rock fountains. I ask for a call to arms, let us please stop making water fountains that sound like men taking a whiz.
