Holy ____ it's found me
I want to make it clear that the toad in question does NOT refer to Mrs Kelbly who is a beautiful, intelligent and, like my Teresa, a tolerant saint. I was referring to Jim's actual pet toad Beelzebub whom Jim has trained to eat human flesh. Said toad has mysteriously turned up in Texas after this post and grown rather large feasting on my neighbors. Jean my next door neighbor recently lost a toe. Now this ravenous beast has fixed its bug eyes of doom on me. I can feel that cold blooded brain sensing me and thinking "Yum". Please, Jim, call off this one toad amphibian death squad and send him somewhere else. May I suggest a place where Beelzebub could do more good like Washington DC?