Pre-emptive apologies as this is slightly off thread, especially on a Friday but it relates (albeit tenuously) to Dan Winterland's post.
I heard a tale about a recently divorced woman who, a little frustrated in the bedroom department, was walking past a pet shop and noticed a sign for a "Pussy licking frog, £30". Overwhelmed by curiosity, as well as thinking that it could be the answer to her problem, she went in and looked everywhere for it.
After searching high and low with no success, she approached the counter and explained that she was looking for the aforementioned reptilian.
The assistant raised an eyebrow and said..................."Bonjour Madame".