A hangover is the Wrath of Grapes.
so blissful. so croakless.
Louciao-I agree, this is the beach at my Mum's place...no toads there either!
Happiness is a warm sigh...
CROAK ! CROAK ! CROAK !See, even toads can behave themselves, I respected the silence on Sunday, and waited until into Monday morning to start croaking off here...So, let me guess, is this photo the view one has when one tried to crawl home down the beach from the bar late one night, but gave up and fell asleep in the sand, then saw this when waking up late the next morning ?Cheers !
My kind of photo.
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