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So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

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I sit on a bench, trying to enjoy my cat, but the music is too loud. I’m getting annoyed again. I mean, can’t a guy just relax? But then, one of the kids comes over and asks if I wanna join them. I’m like, “Nah, I’m good.” But then I think, “Why not?” So, I join in, and we end up having a mini dance-off. I’m busting out my best moves, and they’re cracking up. It’s hilarious!

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