An old friend of mine, Al (he's about 80), was sitting on a bench in Central Park recently and a green tree frog plopped on his shoulder and said, "if you'll kiss me on the lips, I'll turn into a beautiful princess and take care of your every romantic need for the rest of your life." Wink, wink!
Al grabbed the frog and tossed it in his shirt pocket and buttoned it shut.
The frog screamed, "hey, whad'ja do that for."
Al said, "At my age, I would rather have a talking frog."