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So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

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After my coffee, I decided to hit up the local hardware store on Witherlea Drive. I needed some supplies for a project back in the bush. I walked in, and it was like a treasure trove of tools. I was in heaven! But then, I overheard this guy complaining about the price of nails. Dude, it’s not like they’re made of gold! Chill out, man.

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