The frog and the bear

Once upon a time, there was a toad. An average, ordinary toad—except that he was bright yellow. “Life would be much easier,” he thought, “if I were green like other toads. For one thing, I’d be less visible to predators.”

One day the yellow toad bumped into the Fairy Godmother.

“Fairy Godmother, please make me green like the other toads.”

The Fairy Godmother whipped out her magic wand, waved it, and -poof- the toad was green. Well, all except for his penis.

The toad looks down and says, “This is great, except my wiener is still yellow!”

“Oh, sorry,” says the Fairy Godmother, “my powers don’t extend to peckers. You’ll have to see the Wizard of Oz about that.”

The toad thanks her and goes hopping off.

Suddenly, a purple bear comes out of the woods. “Fairy Godmother, can you make me brown like the other bears? Being purple, hunters can spot me a mile away, the other bears laugh at me, and the female bears won’t have anything to do with me!”

So the Fairy Godmother again takes up her magic wand, waves it, and -poof- the bear turns brown. Well, all except—you guessed it—his penis.

The bear looks down and says, “My wang is still purple!!!”

Once again, the Fairy Godmother has to clarify: “Sorry, but my powers don’t extend to johnsons. You’ll have to go see the Wizard of Oz for that.”

To which the bear replies, “Well, that’s just dandy, but how the hell do I find the Wizard of Oz?”

The Fairy Godmother replies:

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(wait for it)

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“Just follow the yellow dick toad!”