Grok grok. Ol’ Baggy is just no dern good t’day. Grok grok. She’s got a lot t’ say but nuthin’ that’s worth lissenin’ to. grok grok. She’s blatherin’ on ‘n’ on about javvy-scrip’ agin ‘n’ that makes us cute li’l froggies git a li’l nervus. grok grok. Meanwhile, we gotta ol’ proglem aroun’ here. Grok grok. We are outta frog jooce! Grok grok. I put frog jooce on Ol’ Baggy’s grokkery list ‘n’ she said she bought sum but all there is in th’ refrigy-matater is sumthin’ called froot punch! Grok grok grok. Yick. Grok grok grok. Me ‘n’ ol’ Smokie have *got* t’ have frog jooce t’ eggzist! Grok grok. C’n one o’ you goofy ol’ peepul that reads Ol’ Baggy’s blahg send us sum frog jooce? Grok grok. I calledya goofy ’cause only sumbuddy purty goofy’d read Ol’ Baggy’s blahg. Grok grok. Just email me at froggy at ababsurdo dot com ‘n’ I’ll givya th’ lan’fill address. Grok grok. ‘n’ ya c’n charge th’ postij t’ Ol’ Baggy’s a-count at th’ post office. Grok grok. She shore spends a lotta time over at th’ ol’ post office. Grok grok grok. oops, here comes O’ Baggy! G’night! grok grok.