A guy is 70 years old and loves to fish.
He was sitting in his boat the other day
when he heard a voice say, 'Pick me up.'
He looked around and couldn't see any one.
He thought he was dreaming when he heard
the voice say again, 'Pick me up.'

He looked in the water and there,
floating on the top, was a frog.

The man said, 'Are you talking to me?'

The frog said, 'Yes, I'm talking to you.
Pick me up then, kiss me and I'll turn into the
most beautiful woman you have ever seen.

I'll make sure that all your friends are envious and jealous because I will be your bride!'

The man looked at the frog for a short time,
reached over, picked it up carefully,
and placed it in his front breast pocket.

Then the frog said, 'What, are you nuts?
Didn't you hear what I said?
I said kiss me and I will be your beautiful bride.'

He opened his pocket, looked at the frog and said,

'Nah, at my age I'd rather have a talking frog.'


With age comes wisdom.

lovely old man....

Being 70 myself and frequently suffering from hallucinations due to early stages of dementia, I find this joke offensive. Especially since I spoke at some length with a frog just last week at Sewell Park. And with a talking goose. And then some punk hit me with a frisbee. And then got mad when I picked it up and threw it in the river. Which I only did cause the frog asked me to.