It is not without pride that Dublin touts it's favorite son, the Lounge Lizard. If you read the engraving on the pedestal, there is a statement about the oldest community event being the frog jumping contest. Dating back to the ancient times of 1967. That doesn't seem quite that long ago.
With shifty eyes like this guy, I'm sure I don't want to be jumping him. But worse still since he is located near a pile of the pubs and bars, I wonder to myself, does he slip off the pedestal and slip in for a pint or two on occasion? And when he does, just how does he behave around the female citizens partaking in their evening repast? The pick up lines must be awful... "Pardon me, but is my fly in your soup?"