30-05-09, 05:06 AM
One day a priest was walking by the river and saw a frog on a lilly pad, help me croaked the frog, once i was a beautifull choirboy but an evil witch turned me into a frog, the only way to reverse the spell is for me to spend the night in the bed of a religious man. the preist took the frog home, put it to bed and lo and behold in the morning there was a beautifull choirboy.......And that your honour, is the case for the defence.
all day i dream and shine.

