This is pretty much how it feels to live with severe anxiety when you are convinced you have a terminal illness. I will probably suffer in my next life for what I did to frogs as a little kid. Without the internet – your options for entertainment in the South as a kid were Zelda in the air-conditioned indoors or frog demolition in the dank humid smoldering outdoors. The person who bought me fireworks should have been smacked. Life in the rural South as a kid wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Allahu Akbar. RIP frog bros. ;_; Edit: Save the frogs – all of them are endangered.
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