Poor Little Kermit.

this photo is more than what i call disturbing right? let's take a minute
and analyze it, shall we? one big ass frog lying face up. legs spread, arms spread.
tongue out, eyes bulging. fresh wet blood near by. definition of
a perfect road kill correct? WRONG! let's now take a minute to go back a week or so
to may 25th, approximately 12:30 am. as the boyfriend and i pull up in
front of my moms crib in memphis i shut the car engine off and proceed to open my door
(i was driving). as i place my left foot out on the ground, i scream as loudly as you
can imagine, pull my leg back into the car and shut the door in anguish.
scared to death at the sight of this disgusting suicide or murder crime scene,
i yell for baby to come around and look. he does, and then convinces me to finally
get out of the car. i jump over little kermit here and begin to examine
what's in front of us. we can't believe this shit. did i run over this little
guy, or was he already dead before we arrived. this murder/suicide is too fresh though.
his time of death had to be within the last 4,325 seconds. or was it?.. we will never
know for sure. after examination, we snapped a few pics and proceeded with
our lovely night. never have i seen such a thing. and to this very day, me & the love
argue constantly ab what really happened that ordinary summer night. did little
kermit die b/c of me or because of some other sudden mishap?
and an even further debate is whether or not the rain washed it away two
days later, or did the constant driving over him
disintegrate poor little miss piggy's hubby?? lmao! ahhh personally i think
my theory is true, sorry my love. ohhh and did i mention that my mommy
asked me to pick him up ?? duddd mom; no, please stop the madness!
all in all, r.i.p poor little kermit the frog. you will not be missed.
smh.