Thursday, October 2 - The Frog Princess

So in the hood lay there, a gang members daughter peaked in gold chains. One day, playing with the chains, she dropped it in a drainage pipe. She began to cry over her two hundred and ninety seventh gold chain with the words "Bad Bitch" in various gems. She cried and cried and with her depression and the combined 59 LB weight on her neck, she began to sink lower and lower near the drainage pipe crying, "I'll do anything for my pimp chains!" And then, out from the sewers, an etch-a-sketch is pushed out with the carefully done words, "What's wrong?"

The daughter was shocked but she replied, "My bling is gone and... what is that thing...?" She looked upon a a long black tentacle, which quickly retreated into the sewer. A long pale hand with long sharp nails retreived the etch-a-sketch, wrote with it and put it back. The toy now said "I can get it for you for a price" and she only could say "What price?" Again, the revival, writing and return happens again. "A bed for three days and meals for 3 days."

The daughter thought about it and all she could the fairy tale "The Frog Prince" and she quickly agreed. Tony, in his 8 ft, twelve tendrils and cold blank face with only the slightest indication of facial development. The scared daughter gasped in fear as Tony put the necklace back on her. He had lifted a bucket of "H2O" and liquid nitrogen, pored it in front of himself and disappeared.

The next morning Tony, the lazy bum he is, was chilling at her patio and eating all her chicken, despite Tony's lack of a mouth and the lack of chicken in her kitchen." The daughter thought to herself that Tony was the frog prince and all of this would be over in two days. After eating all of her burritos and chips, she began to have doubts.

The next day, Tony, with his pale skin, was wearing a pink and neon green morph suit to cover himself. There was small holes riddling his arm and white powder where his eye sockets should be. She was not impressed. He had the munchies, however, and ate her bed. He threw out everything in her fridge, put a pillow in there and slept in there. She was impressed at his guts now.

The third day, as she predicted, would be the biggest challenge. Tony decided to break every one of her electronics and constantly engaged a staring contest with her. No matter, where she was, Tony would be staring. She was equally mad as disturbed. Finally, the third night arrived and she told Tony to sleep with her. What would be here would be similar to a fadeout except it's fading out nothing wrong minus the tentacles attached to Tony.

The following morning, the daughter woke up to Tony right next to her, continuing the staring contest from the day before. She was not impressed and neither were the police officers she called after the third night. At least Tony got three nice days followed by a large police chase involving Godzilla, Mitt Romney and Obama in a slap fight and a doomsday meteor but that was for another day.