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Originally Posted by G.A.F
That reminds me that in the beach, after it rained, me and my brother liked to go out to kick frogs. Streets somehow became full of frogs and we loved to kick their green butts. Also to watch when cars step on them. Funny sound they made when they blew-up.
Like you said, kinda sick. 
I'm a grown-up woman now and I don't do such things, or teach them to my daughter.  |
LoL!!! Where did you grow up? I grew up in Panama and same thing with the frogs after it rained, tons of them.
We used to chase them around with sticks, I think they call that frog giggin' in the south.
