Frog Butt Meme Novels & Stories

Bridge, Layla, and I were in pain from laughing so hard at them trying to mimic whatever their phrase was. Frankie stood in front of us wiggling his body like a fish. Elijah and the others were calling out words like .. fish.. wiggle … gone fishing … worm.. and bait. Frankie rolled his eyes and moved to the next word. This time he started jumping around like a rabbit. Then the guys yelled … frog…. Uhh rabbit! … oh oh your a whale! … no he’s a cat right? …. Frankie got frustrated. “No mother fuckers! I am hopping. This ….” He started doing his weird wiggling move again .. “is a bell. It’s a bell ringing… this .. is HOPPING. Bell. Hop. Bellhop. Get it??”

He grimaced at me, and I snickered at him. “Uh… mam, I didn’t know.” He tried but couldn’t even begin to explain himself. “Not so tough now, are you?” She said. He stayed silent. Her body instantly shifted into a huge frog, and it spat water in Kai’s face. He fell flat on his ass, as the frog jumped into the water and disappeared under the surface. I laughed out loud. “THAT. IS. THE. FUNNIEST. THING….I….. HAVE…EVER SEEN!” I barely got the words out.

A flustered Kiki is a cute one. God, I can’t wait for next Friday.

“Remembered their names perfectly. You’ve had a bit of a growth spurt, haven’t you? You’re almost as big as your dad.” Frogboy seemed pleased with this comparison. “The soft one, is she here? I liked her jelly humps.” “Erm,” said Dudley. “If you don’t mind, that’s no way to talk about a lady.” It certainly wasn’t, but I was pretty sure he was talking about Flossie. “The girls. Yes.” I tried to remember what we were talking about. “Yes,” said Nabbo, “did you ever spawn with your mate? You always seemed the type to put a foot in the pond but never dive in.”

I look down when my phone vibrates. Elecguit: WE ARE HERE DUDE BROOO!! Drumbob: one, dudebro still sounds shit. Two: THE TRASH CAN JUST VIBRATED Drumbob: I mean I heard a vibrating sound. Imagine trash vibrating lol that would feel good Elecguit: wait does that mean you are inside the big trash can? AllAboutThatBass: Bobert, you're disgusting. Aust, that sounds stupid. Drumbob: YO THE TRASH KEEPS VIBRATING DUDES!

It’s just a hawk, not even a very big one. It’s like I’m jittery. I don’t get jitters. I get stoked. Aggressive. Fallon lands a high kick, forcing Conor back a step. Fallon stumbles, falls on his ass, squashes his balls, shrieks, and then tumbles off the log as he curls up like an armadillo. It’s funny as shit. Conor and Gael crack up, but I hardly break a smile. I’m missing something. We should go back to camp.

Mentions, messages, tags. My stomach tightened as I opened one. It was a meme caricature of my old picture. There was a poop emoji on top of my head, my brown eyes were replaced with a red laser, and a boldly written text on the picture said ‘SLUT’. I groaned and locked my phone immediately. But it was too late. I’d already seen it. Another buzz. Then another. Curiosity got the better of me again. I saw a particular message from a private page in my DM.

The cultural context had shifted; the image of a man wedding his male, dying mentor was a bridge too far, a reputational contagion they could not afford. It was a social media feeding frenzy. The homophobes and the trolls, the cynically entertained and the morally outraged, were all on the same side. #GoldDiggerGroom was trending. The video had been cut into GIFs—Davidson forcing the ring onto Joe's finger, looped repeatedly with the caption "CHA-CHING!". His moment of kneeling had been turned into a meme of submission and was titled "How to Secure the Bag."