Bromford and Frog ...

 

I met that princess the other night. And she she told me if she'd kissed me I would turn into a prince… a frog prince. And so… I kissed her. She was a frog princess.

Did you know that the princess with the golden ball in the orginal German fairy-tale did not kiss the frog? She threw him against a wall, if I am not mistaking.

Not a true love's kiss broke the spell but an act of pure violence? That's so typical German. That's too bad, animal, too sad.

That's life, dude, that's live. And now come out of that pond. And be careful. Don't let the witches catch you on their way to the Blocksberg tonight. 'Cause if they catch you they will throw you into their cauldrons and brew the strangest brews out of your green frog legs.

Why does it feel like I am cheating today, animal?

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Today is Thursday, the 30th of April 2026.
Walpurgis Night

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 441 & Part 442

 

Today is Tuesday, the 28th of April 2026.

Giddy up!

A harsh loud shout sounded the very early morning.

Let's go!

Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl, recognized the three wild boars grunting this time.

Move!

Now the wolves were giving commands.

Speed up!

The snails? Talking about speeding up? They must have been joking.

Twenty-Five opened his eyes. He was preparing for a day-long sleep when the shouting began, but now he saw other members of his caravan of animals surrounding a group of twenty-eight brown horses.

Please, said one of the horses, we are not your pack animals, and we don't like to be ordered around like that!

We may have long faces and big heads, one of the horses' fellows added, but instead of jumping fences and water obstacles we'd better like using our big heads for thinking deep thoughts.

And a third horse agreed, Pull your own carriages and load carts down the roads and always remember what Federico Garcia Lorca once wrote, 

'I know there is no straight road
No straight road in this world
Only a giant labyrinth
Of intersecting crossroads.'

Hey! Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl complained. Quoting is my thing in this caravan!

And the twenty-eight horses joined the twenty zebras, the twelve frogs, the four pandas, the twenty-seven koalas, the twenty bears, the nineteen hares, the eleven hamsters, the three mice, the twenty-three wild boars, the fifteen pigs, the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, the fifteen face-cats, the seven wolves, the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats, the four dragon cats, the twenty-seven hacker cats, the nineteen stunt cats, the eleven ninja-cats, the three pouting cats, the twenty-six crying cats, the eighteen weary cats, the ten kissing cats, the two cats with wry smiles, the twenty-four smiling cats with heart-eyes, the sixteen cats with tears of joy, the eight grinning cats with smiling eyes, the thirty-one grinning cats, the twenty-three spiders, the fifteen scorpions, the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitoes, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty-six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds, and the one little tawny owl…

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"Good Blood Bromford City"

Marigold
This is the day for big decisions, you know
Follow your lodestar
Starry eyes, smoky eyes, urgent eyes
This is the surge of the good blood rising

If you're running, I'm coming
If we're going then we're going tonight
And, oh, to go to Bromford City
When the sun goes down, the night explodes in their eyes
This is the surge of the good blood rising

Oh, oh
Marigold
This is the day for big decisions, you know
Follow your lodestar
Starry eyes, smoky eyes, urgent eyes
This is the surge of the good blood rising

If you're running, I'm coming
If we're going then we're going tonight
And, oh, to go to Bromford City
When the sun goes down, the night explodes in their eyes
This is the surge of the good blood rising

(Good blood rising) Ooh
(Good blood rising) This is the day for big decisions, you know
(Good blood rising) Good blood rising
(Good blood rising) Good blood rising
(Good blood rising)

If you're running, I'm coming
Are we going tonight?
And, oh, to go to Bromford City
When the sun goes down, the night explodes in their eyes
This is the surge, this is the surge
If you're running, I'm coming
Are we going tonight?
Oh, to go to Bromford City
When the sun goes down, the night explodes in their eyes
This is the surge of the good blood rising (Woo)

"Medley: Jack & Neal / Bromford, Here I Come"

Jack was sitting poker faced with bullets backed with bitches
Neal hunched at the wheel putting everyone in stitches
Bragging about some nurse he screwed while driving through Nebraska
And when she came she honked the horn
Neal just barely missed a truck
And then he asked her if she'd like to come like that to Bromford
You see a red head in a uniform will always get you horny
Yeah and with her hairnet and those white shoes and a name tag and a hat
She drove like Andy Granatelli and knew how to fix a flat
And Jack was almost at the bottom of his MD 2020
Neal was yelling out the window trying to buy some bennies
From a Lincoln full of Mexicans and the left rear tire blowed
And the sons of bitches pretty near almost ran us off the road
And while the nurse had spilled the Maneshewitz all up and down her dress
And then she lit the map on fire Neal just had to guess
Should we try and find a bootleg route or a filling station open
The nurse was dumping out her purse and looking for an envelope
And Jack was out of cigarettes and as we crossed the yellow line
The gas pumps looked like tombstones from here
And it felt lonelier than a parking lot when the last car pulls away
And the moonlight dressed the double breasted foothills in the mirror
Weaving out a negligee and a black brassiere
And the Mercury was running hot and we were almost out of gas
Just then Florence Nightingale she dropped her drawers and
Stuck her fat ass half way out of the window to a Wilson Pickett tune
And shouted Get a load of this and gave the finger to the moon

Counting one eyed Jacks and whistling dixie in the car
Neal was doing least a hundred when we saw a falling star
And Florence wished that Neal would hold her instead of chewing on his cigar
Jack was nodding out and wishing he was in a bar
With Charlie Parker on the bandstand and not a worry in the world
And a glass of beer in one hand and his arms around a girl
Neal was singing to the nurse Underneath the Harlem Moon
And somehow you could just tell we'd be in Bromford soon

Open up your golden gates
Bromford here I come
I said Bromford here I come
Look out Bromford here I come

Bromford and Blowfish …

 

# Dude?

- Yes, llama?

# Do you really think that is a blowfish?

- Well, maybe. Maybe not.

# This is a blowfish.

- Where did you get this picture, animal?

# From Hootie and the Blowfish, I think.

- What is Hootie and the blowfish? A pet shop?

# Hootie and the Blowfish are no Pet Shop Boys. Hootie and the Blowfish is an American rock band formed in the 80s.

- Are they still a thing? Both acts?

# Who knows, dude? Who knows? And who cares?

- I think your blowfish looks more like the punk of a blowfish. What about these spikes? What are these spikes for?

# I don't know, dude. You were the one who started this whole blowfish thing with today's picture where the Bromford does not look like a Bromford and the blowfish does not look like a blowfish.

- This is the Age of Aquarium, animal, where humpback whales are stranding in the Baltic Sea and doctor fish and blue whales and jellyfish and blowfish are living in penthouse apartments on little houses on the rooftops of skyscrapers.

# What is wrong with you, dude?

- I don't know, animal. I don't know. It feels like it is Wednesday today.

# It is Wednesday, indeed, dude. Wednesday, actually.

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Today is Wednesday, the 22nd of April 2026.