We recently gave our hunting buddy a nice ole' bullfrog as a footwarmer in his bed. I kid you not, this frog was the size of a dinner plate and probably ate small birds for food. We put the frog in his sleeping bag as just rewards for some questionable shooting courtesy and as his was the first gobbler. The cabin in which we were staying was an A-frame, with dual bunk beds, so as you can picture, the beds nearly touched the rafters so you had to be REAL careful when getting up or you would rap yer noggin.
So we all retire for the night, and he's the last to come to bed. I was on the top bunk and he the lower, and it was all I could do to not bust a gut while he climbed in. Needless to say, his toes hit that slimy cold frog and he literally started yelling like he's been killed, sits up so fast that he nails his head on the bottom of my bed, rolls out and starts jumping up and down in his bag screaming. Each time he hops up, he raps his noggin on the rafters, which makes him yell even more. In the meantime, we figure that poor old frog is now green mush at the bottom of the bag.
Well, he finally calms down enough to sit down and grab the frog, which surprisingly survived. We were all laughing so hard we were crying, blowing snot bubbles and having trouble breathing. We had just started to calm down when he pulls out the frog, looks at it, and says the typical, "What the hell is this?" Before we could answer, the frog turns in his hand, looks him in the eye and lets out a nice deep 'braaaaap'. After that, we fought to get to the bathroom before we all peed our pants.
Haven't laughed that hard in a very long time.
