Giant frogs, giant frogs. What can I say!?…back to you.
Locusts, dead livestock, and a plague upon the House of Kennedy! First, adventures in hailing cabs and fighting terrorism and now the first born and starting point guards are dropping like flies. We tear our clothes and gnash our teeth at a vengeful sports god who takes pleasure in the pain of so many. We shake our fists to the heavens and ask for explanations and mercy upon our fragile beings! Enough!
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