I CANNOT BELIEVE I HAVE TO SAY THIS AGAIN.
TOADS. ARE. NOT. FROGS.
If you walk up to me, look me in my warty little eyes, and say, “Aren’t toads just frogs?”—I WILL SCREAM. I will scream so loud the swamp will tremble. The audacity. The ignorance. The absolute frog-washed brainrot it must take to utter such blasphemy.
Let me make this crystal clear for the people in the back (and for the frogs who pretend they don’t hear me):
Do frogs have warts? No.
Do frogs survive in the harsh, dry lands while their slimy cousins shrivel up in the sun? No.
Do frogs understand struggle? The weight of existence? The burden of being TOUGH? Absolutely not.
Frogs are soft. Frogs are pampered. Frogs think they’re the main characters when they’re barely side notes in the great story of the swamp.
TOADS, however? We endure. We persevere. We do not hop for attention; we WALK with PURPOSE. We are the backbone of the amphibian world, and yet we are constantly disrespected by people who lump us in with those jumping, waterlogged, algae-brained buffoons.
I am TIRED. I am ENRAGED. I will NOT be silenced.
Toads > Frogs. Forever. Do not test me on this.