Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for April 17, 2010

I don’t think he’s checking out your birds…..

I have the same prob.

Nice pair of tufted titmice there.

He is not watching birds.

He is wacthing chicks.

He’s more interested in her hooters than her birds.

That’s what they all say. (Yeh, both of ‘em.)

Please keep me abreast of the matter.

On the blog: I have a cold, does Nurse Carolyn make house calls?

That Nurse Carolyn is disgusting and out to be relieved of her uniform.

…tufted ‘Titties’,it is..

Wha wha what’re … tuh tuh tufted … ta ta titmice?

I have always considered myself to be a hornitholigist.

I think that blog Okra Cowboy is confused about which end is the horse’s ass. Or, maybe he’s an enlightened Zen Cowmonk?

Take it from me… I know a nice looking mousetit when I see it, and the last time I escorted a nice set of tufted ones out in public… oh.

Nevermind.

Check the line of site. He is looking lower.

From the blog: So who *is* that guy hanging out with the Wolfman?

It looks as though they’re well trained!

Flight Suit, I asked yesterday if he was Corpso D’Lecti gonna see what’s up on the blog now.

Flight Suit The guy hanging out with Michael Landon, who in turn was hinging out in high hirsute drag, was the “Teenage Frankenstein” of the eponymous flick I was a Teenage Etc.

Back from blog land, what is going on in the stacks at the library?

Little Joe’s successful foray as Teenage werewolf inspired the Frankenstein effort.

Forget the tits, show us your boobies!

Wait, we’re talking about birds, right?

Great Tits!

Oh, Aren’t these mountain birds found in the Grand Tetons? Historicial reference to the West, who’s read Men to Match My Mountains?

The correct way to handle a geoduck.

The wrong way.