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..continence pants, size XS, as he managed a dry and barely audible croak "please..please sir, I have tadpoles at home, and my "gen" rolex, its actually this" he thrust forward the picture of the genuine rolex, trembling as it did like a leaf in the wind The tall man lowered the barrel just a little, disbelieving what he had just heard.. this was clearly a delusional, sad little frog with no life like what he suspected all along, and now with a testicle short. A tear fell from the shrivelled amphibian face as he stood and shook, looking up (way up) into the steely blue eyes of the tall dude who held the rifle and his fate. Moments ticked as eternity was counted in measures of seconds. After what seemed like 43 eternities, the tall man lowered his rifle and uttered the words that would make him immortal, had they been heard by the wisest of sages. Unfortunately, the kingfrog is definitely not the wisest of sages or frogs, and he heard, but never understood. To be fair, it was indeed hard to understand standing in a puddle of one's own pee, and having a nut short. His physical condition was not conducive to learning or absorbing wisdom at all: The words of the tall man, whose rifle looked like a toy on his arm, and (whose watch was just frustratingly hidden just that little out of sight, lending suspicion to whether it was a rep Rol..but more of that later) "whether a watch is genuine or not, it does not matter if the wearer likes and enjoy what he is wearing. But if the heart of a man is not genuine, he lives a lie. Now don't let me see you or your tattered photograph again. I will happily blow the other nut off and feed it to my dog" With that, the tall man turned and walked off down the deserted pavement. The frog stood, head bowed, wondering what the fuck has just transpired. He looked at the photograph of the Rolex, looked at the departing silhouette of the man who had almost shot him twice, and turned to walk in the opposite direction. "What the hell now? Will this day ever end?!" he thought as he stopped short and watched another figure approach him, a cowboy hat on his head, and rodeo boots clacking confidently on the pavement. "Well at least this one does not have a gun" He thought. Kingfrog gulped, and walked tentatively on, trying to avoid contact with the walking cowboy.

And so clutching his remaining testicle, Kingfrog hobbled down the street, wondering why he is so hated, and wondering why he has no life. He thought of seeking a mythical guy named Ken out, as he might gain some insights of living with a missing left nut. Before he could take another step, however, he heard the very real sound of a rifle being cocked behind him, as well as a frosty voice that said "Do you feel lucky? Go ahead, take another step and make my day" Feeling his remaining nut shrink draw against his body in abject fear and hopelessless, Kingfrog turned around...

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Tell us that you are not a kingfrog incarnate, first and foremost..

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Undetered at the spectacle he just witnessed, kingfrog trudged on, continuing the thoughts of the wise. His bow legged, introspective hops accompanied the rumination whirling his mind. "Noob v5 or shall I wait for the v6?" "What if they find out that my gen is really something that my friend loaned to me and was expecting me to return it, 23yrs or so ago?" "What if the insert of the v5 sub is better than the one on the v6?" And on such ponderings, kingfrog built his universe of thoughts and wondering. It was hardly any surprise that he almost bumped into a tall 6'5" Alaskan walking the other way, hunting rifle slung nonchalantly over one shoulder. Kingfrog looked up in time and ogled at the watch on that weathered wrist. After a few moments of parched silence, he opened his mouth and croaked "wow, is that a ....." Sent from Mars using tapatalk

Beavers, are meant to be relished in some other ways, not wearing on the head. Though I guess at one point or another, most of us wore beavers on the head, albeit briefly. Sent from Mars using tapatalk

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(I see that the master has checked in. Time to up the game a little. Hilarious story hahaha. Will add to it shortly) Sent from Mars using tapatalk

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Ryan and intime.co should be a trusted dealer here. He has proven his trustworthiness and reliability several times over already.

Mr Wilsdorf looked severely at the amphibian lifeform he was cradling in his arms, and uttered the words that would change his life forever "the noob v3 submariner is a travesty. At least wait for the v8 you twit". With that, he wiped the tears away from the flat beady eyes of kingfrog and set him upon the pavement. Pondering the wise words of the Rolex god, kingfrog failed to pay attention to the Porsche speeding without care toward him, headlights flashing in warning.... Sent from Mars using tapatalk

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Mate, honestly I would not be bothered by the date window surround.. both colors would not look out of place. If it was a purplish green, that would be another story altogether...

Kingfrog was shocked, and felt abjectly betrayed. He climbed on a window ledge of an apartment on the 47th floor and looked down, the cars crawling like ants on the roads far below. He moaned a little and took half a froggy step forward toward the edge of the ledge, the wind fiercely blasting his amphibious countenance

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And tears would drop on the photograph, as he reminisced about his better days, when he owned a noob V1 Submariner and believed with his entire heart that it was gen, until one day, when..

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