At the bloke's corner bar.

I bet she's kissed a lot of frogs in her time.

Yeah! She must be getting use to the taste. Ha ha ha!

Maybe she's french or something. Ooh La La!

No! She just likes kissing frogs.

After all, a frog is frog right!

It's no fairy-tale. There's no prince or princess ever!

Did I tell you I met a lady with spots.

No!

Well I did!

And what happened?

Well I tried paint to cover up her spots.

But the paint peeled off and they all

came back looking new.

No way! You're kidding! 

Another drink?

Thanks!

She must have been a real leopard that one.

Yeah mate! It's my round I think!

No! It's yours! Anyway last one for the road.

Yep! Can't be late back at the pond

or the missus will be croaking mad.

And it's so treacherous on the roads these days,

trying to hop over.

Yes I know nearly got squashed, so much traffic lately.

Ribbit!

Did you say something?

No, just burped.

Hey before I forget.

What do you call a magician

who has lost his magic?

I don't know!

Ian! Ha ha ha!