BS: Frogging

Subject: BS: Frogging
From: Rapparee
Date: 20 May 04 - 09:07 AM

Okay. The time has come to discuss one of the truly horrible aspects of my past. And you know I'm repentant since I'm coming right out and posting this under my very own Mudcat Name.

Look, you're being warned right now that this isn't a nice subject. It's not pretty or fit for Penelope Rutledge's parlour or even for discussion at the bar in the Mudcat Tavern. It's a dark subject, very dark, but it's time that the veil was stripped away from this subject.

You men who were "in" know what I'm talking about. If you haven't got it yet, it's frogging.

Yeah. You remember. You're out with the Boy Scouts, wearing your shorts and merit badges, doing the Camporee thing maybe, working on your Woodcraft merit badge. Along comes some officious Patrol Leader who tells you do pick up your wood chips or something equally stupid, maybe something that will get you dirty or even delay dinner.

Or maybe the kid who's been assigned to cook for your Patrol served beans 'n' franks for dinner as well as for breakfast and lunch. Or worse, serves only the beans. It's a breach of the unwritten Boy Scout Law ("A Scout is nontoxic") and your life will be at great risk in the tent that night.

So you frogged 'em.

They got into bed that night, crawling into their sleeping bag or bed roll, secure in the knowledge that they "had done their daily best." Their feet felt the slime, the cold, the movement and then came the explosion. The tent going straight up, the scream, the torn sleeping bag or bed roll, the kid running around yelling "Oh God oh god it's awful the slime oh god!" And the final, choking sobs. The gentle "ribit" as the puzzled frogs hopped away, back to eating flies at the creek or lake.

And your satisfied sigh as you stifled your giggles and dropped off to sleep.

Frogging. All of you veterans know about it, you've all done it or heard about it. Sure, maybe you used a garter snake or pulled up the offender's tent stakes.

I did it. I did it all. I'm not proud of it. But I'm still alive, mostly.

Subject: RE: BS: Frogging
From: Amos
Date: 20 May 04 - 09:14 AM

Boy, what a heart-felt confession!! I yam proud o' Rapaire for this courageous act of self-elevating honesty.

We used sheet-pieing for minor offenses.

A

Subject: RE: BS: Frogging
From: Raptor
Date: 20 May 04 - 09:27 AM

Was that torture or abuse?

Subject: RE: BS: Frogging
From: Deckman
Date: 20 May 04 - 09:49 AM

Well I just can't let this subject pass without contributing something. This was NOT something I did, but something I witnessed in the Army:

We had a fellow in our medical unit that was not overly populiar. We were stationed in San Antonio, Texas. This fellow had a habit of going across the border on Saturday nights and would return late on Sunday nights. He would usually stomp in the barracks, mostly drunk, turn on all the lights, try to find his bunk and wake everyone up in the process. This was the reason for his lack of popularity.

This night he finally found his bunk, flipped the covers back, and sat on a DEAD rattlesnake! He screamed and ran down the row of beds, knocking them over and yelling for help. He kept running out the door and dissapeared.

I was sleeping in the second floor of our barracks, so I didn't see it, but I sure heard. When all of us the were upstairs, got downstairs, in came the cadre, the CQ, and an armed MP. It seemed that the fellow had run across the company street to the guardhouse and BEGGED to be put in a cell for safety. They agreed and we also agreed.

After that, he always was very quiet when he came in late at night. Bob

Subject: RE: BS: Frogging
From: GUEST,MMario
Date: 20 May 04 - 10:07 AM

we would fill their sleeping bags with skunk cabbage.

Subject: RE: BS: Frogging
From: GUEST,Stan Collymore
Date: 20 May 04 - 10:20 AM

I misread the thread title. I thought you were talking about dogging which is the art of watching complete strangers having sex. Much more interesting than sticking amphibians in peoples sleeping bags. Still, it takes all sorts. We could combine our pervesions and watch frogs have sex...

All the best,

Stan xxxxx

Subject: RE: BS: Frogging
From: GUEST
Date: 20 May 04 - 10:37 AM

been there - done that - boring. (watching frogs have sex. Tortoises are even worse)

Subject: RE: BS: Frogging
From: SINSULL
Date: 20 May 04 - 10:54 AM

We went "frogging" as kids. Shot the little bastards and cut off their legs. Mom fried them up for dinner. And of...it tasted just like chicken.

Subject: RE: BS: Frogging
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 20 May 04 - 07:58 PM

Snail sex is fascinating..... it too, takes hours but it's incredibly sensual and gentle. Not like tortoises who, in the wild, will ram and T bar any other tortoise that gets in the way. With snails, if a third party comes along, they just join in!

snail porn
LTS

Subject: RE: BS: Frogging
From: Deckman
Date: 20 May 04 - 08:35 PM

Liz ... I knew a girl like that in High School! Oh ... never mind, says Bob, looking for his coat and golashes!

Subject: RE: BS: Frogging
From: Amos
Date: 20 May 04 - 09:35 PM

Beware of gigging. See Song Challenge on this subject.

A

Subject: RE: BS: Frogging
From: Bill D
Date: 20 May 04 - 10:17 PM

oh, but for true sensuality, you need to see SLUGS having sex

and more!

ain't Nature grand?

Subject: RE: BS: Frogging
From: paddymac
Date: 21 May 04 - 12:08 AM

Alas, I too wandered in expecting to hear glorious tales of assorted misadventures in pursuit of the dastardly delicacy. Dipped in sweetened condensed milk & egg, rolled in cornflake crumbs, slowly pan-fried in butter, accompanied by scrambled eggs and hot coffee, and flavored by the exhaustion and beer of a long night of gigging and chatting and laughing - a perfect way to prepare for a good day's sleep.

Subject: RE: BS: Frogging
From: Metchosin
Date: 21 May 04 - 02:48 AM

and a little slug music to celebrate the occasion

Do Slugs Swing

Subject: RE: BS: Frogging
From: sian, west wales
Date: 21 May 04 - 04:13 AM

Personal best was 52 in the camp director's closet he called a cabin. Well, OK - there were three of us so that's 14 each I guess, and we ran out of frogs so we also used newts, but the 'spirit' of the event was the same.

My cousin, a farm boy, had to board in town during the week and had a room-mate who wouldn't wake up in the morning. He brought in a small bit of electric fencing from the farm one Sunday night. His roomie got up rather sharpish the next morning ...

sian

Subject: RE: BS: Frogging
From: Rapparee
Date: 21 May 04 - 10:59 AM

Well, okay, maybe we did a bit more than put frogs in sleeping bags....

One summer I was on the camp Staff. Another staff member, 18, had a black powder rifle and had made a quart (32 oz.) of his own gunpowder. However, it burned really, really dirty because he'd added too much charcoal and it fouled his rifle badly. Still, he didn't want to give it up.

The latrines were outhouses, and the urinals were slanted troughs that ended in a pipe. Ed (not his real name) spread his quart of homemade black powder along a dry urinal, stuck two wires in the end and ran them to a magneto.

Along comes a young Boy Scout who is obviously going to use something other than the urinal. Ed waited thirty seconds and cranked the magneto.

He acheived a lovely mushroom cloud effect as the smoke exited the vents at ceiling level (since the powder wasn't contained it didn't explode, but "flashed"). The Tenderfoot stumbled out, black from head to foot from soot, pants around his kneeds, stammering "The la-la-latrine exploded!"

Ed also shot a (camp owned) arrow through a metal latrine screen. The noise was immense. The camp director was in the latrine. Ed set records for the mile run.

No, I wasn't Ed. I was a city wimp. Ed was a farmboy who drew a 65 lb. recurve bow (I do only 45).