Are kitties better actors than Keanu? You decide.
Well that’s kinda mean.
The only reason to go to New Jersey.
Photo reply with your best “come hither” look. The look you use to let someone know…it’s bizness time. Winner gets their picture posted and an epic plug for their tumblr written by me.
The founder of Reddit? I tried stapling a picture of a cat riding a motorcycle to him but he didn’t seem to care for it.
Well…there goes my first choice for a porn name. Can’t be associated with a neerdowell like this.
I haven’t done a Pitch for Followers in a bit, and for those waiting for me to do so, I apologize. I will start doing them again as of now. So read the rules below, and if you qualify, feel free to send in a pitch.
Today we have a special pitch. It is from my mother. That’s right, my mom has a tumblr. She likes hearting my posts and reblogging her favorites. Now she is mad with tumblr power and wants followers. She even wrote a pitch for you guys.
The Pitch:
This is The Frogmom and this is my pitch for followers. I am not that witty, I don’t search the internet for funny pictures, or know anything about Photoshop. So “Why?” you ask, would anyone want to follow thefrogman’s Mom? Well I reblog all my favorite posts from Frogson and put them on my Tumblr. So if you are busy and don’t have a lot of time, follow the Frogmom for the highlights and in my opinion the best of thefrogman. Besides I only have 15 followers. :(
Also, she has enabled her questions feature. You can now get all the dirt you could ever want on me. She has no qualms telling you embarrassing things about me. Why am I letting this happen? Well, because she’s my mom and I can’t say no to my mom. All I ask is that you guys be nice. If you can do that for me then feel free to
And you can ask her questions here.
Pitch for Followers rules: If you are a new tumblr and have 20 followers or less, feel free to submit a pitch to http://thefrogman.me/ask Try your best to be funny or creative with your pitch as you are more likely to get followers. Also, feel free to give a link to a picture of yourself. I will post 1 pitch per day. If after a reasonable amount of time, people decide to unfollow you, there is no complaining allowed.
Yoink!
You can slap an AP logo on anything, but when the article is mysteriously missing from their official site…it’s someone trying to trick you. Don’t fall for it kids.
My next guitar.
What does “GPOYW” mean?
Giraffes pee on your windows.
Gravy pisses off young women.
Gravity pulls on your wang.
Girthy penises on yellow wombats.
Guilty pumpkins owe you wages.
Gratuatous picture of yourself Wednesday.
It’s one of those. Choose wisely.
lovelymorphine writes…
You’re my favorite follower :)
Awwwwwwwww x hellajillion. I certainly would not kick you out of the top of my bunk bed now. Maybe someday soon we can trade it for a race car bed. We can wear spider-man footy pajamas and take lots of naps. Thank you for your kind words. I will save them in a jar and open them whenever I’m feeling down.
If you bless your crapper will you have “Holy Shit”?
Nooo. You would have to bless the shit. Only the shit’s vessel to the poop afterlife is blessed, the shit must face judgment on it’s own.
You said in one of your posts that your female follows on tumblr are ‘too attractive’ any links?
My female followers are all quite beautiful, smart, and very funny. I’m afraid I don’t feel comfortable pointing them out so you can perv on them. They are ladies and deserve to be treated as such.
why are you so cool?
My dad won’t let me fiddle with the thermostat.
fizzj writes…
Mr Frogman, cool-ass blog. I congratulate you. Follow mine if you like to look at your posts over and over again.
Thank you. You have been followed. You must tell me interesting things about Dubai though.
Before you were thefrogman, were you thetadpoleboy?
I was indeed.
My baby pictures.
yo fool, why is your tumblr icon upside-downnn?
It’s so if you see it in your rear view mirror, it is right side up.
alibi asked: Describe the perfect best friend.
This question has been sitting in my message box for months. I couldn’t bring myself to answer it, and yet I couldn’t hit delete. It just keeps sitting there staring at me. Knowing that at some point I’m going to have to deal with it.
I had the perfect best friend. His name was Tru McGowan. I met him about 2 and a half years ago. It was an online friendship, created in nothing more than a small white chat box. But the bond I had with Tru was just as strong, if not stronger than any I have had with “real life” friends. He was a master viola player and a true Mac geek. He was so smart and talented. He knew how to make me laugh, even when I wasn’t feeling at my best. He knew just what to say when I was discouraged with my Chronic Fatigue. When I didn’t have the energy to do something, he would often pick up my slack without question or complaint.
He was the reason I joined tumblr. I was planning on creating this giant comedy website. I had been working on it for over a year and I still couldn’t finish it. But I was desperate to start. He told me I should just sign up for tumblr and start blogging here until I could finish my “real” site. What I didn’t know, was it was a master plan of his to get me to forget about that behemoth crazy website that I would never finish, get addicted to tumblr, and never look back. And it worked. I can’t imagine blogging anywhere else.
We ran 2 tumblrs together, both about iPhone app reviews. He loved his iPod Touch. I helped him fancy up the design to his very detailed specifications. We didn’t have very many followers and our numbers were terrible, but he didn’t care. He started these projects and he wasn’t going to quit. I admired his passion to stick with things.
Tru was the greatest source of feedback I have ever had. He was a harsh critic, but he was always fair, and taking his advice always made whatever creative endeavor I was working on so much better. We talked for hours everyday. He kept me going. He gave me a reason to keep going on.
May 29th, 2009 was the last I ever heard from Tru. Days went by. Weeks, then months. My worry for him grew exponentially. We had always just talked through email and chat. We had never thought to exchange phone numbers or information of that sort. I tried everything short of hiring a private detective to find out what happened to him. But, deep down, I’m pretty sure I know what happened. Tru had a bad heart. The doctors couldn’t figure out what exactly was wrong with him. They did all their tests and even made him wear a monitor for a month. But they couldn’t figure out why his heart was acting so strangely. I hope I’m wrong. I pray I’m wrong, even though I ‘m not religious. I know he was…and so I prayed. But I believe that my perfect best friend died that night of May 29th.
I miss him everyday. The strangest things remind me of him. Sometimes I’ll see a tumblr with the Vertigo theme that I helped him modify for his site. There is a contact in my chat list with his name. It was something from a chat service he signed up with. It’s a bot, and it’s clearly a glitch that it stays in my chat list, but I refuse to delete it. It’s hard to think about him. It always makes me very sad, but I fear I will forget him. I fear that if I let the memories of him fade, I will forget how important he was to me. That is something I never want to do.
People have said that it was just an online relationship. That it was less valid than someone I know in real life. This made me very angry. I cussed several people out after saying such things. I don’t get angry, but this made me furious. Tru was the kindest person I’ve ever known. We knew each other better than we did anybody in real life. He was my best friend and I loved him no less than I would a “real life” friend. I hope that some day I can figure out what exactly happened to him. That I can get a bit of closure. It may never happen, and I’ve accepted that. All I can do, is not forget.
“I have you now!”
*plop*
“Sonofabitch.”
(via afternoonsnoozebutton)
“Bob, do you see anything wrong with this display you made?”
“I don’t think so. Looks fine to me.”
“Bob, kids are going to see this.”
“I know! I’m excited to see their faces light up with joy.”
“Bob, it looks like they’re doing it.”
“Doing what?”
“It.”
“It?”
“They are having crazy dino butt sex.”
“What?”
*long pause*
“Crap.”
Owl, you so crazy.