Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for July 31, 2010

Your evening will be spoiled, Sir.

Young lady! Wash your mouth!

Rooster Diamond!!

chicken nugget? maybe there’s a clue on the blog…

Oh man. Where is Joe Allen Doty when we need him?

Eddie Munster grew up to look like his father Herman.

I was thinking the same when I saw it on the blog

Actually, I like the blog better than the comic, but I keep coming back to the comic. It’s sort of like slowing down for a car accident, then going around the block to pass it again.

One ring to rule them all…

If you have to ask….you’ve never had one.

marg, maybe not his night, but his partner’s night may be.

Don’t leave home withouthout it.

Will his loyal servant fit it for him?

just toss it down; I’ll catch it!

thanks!

My gynecologist says I’m cocky (like that’s a bad thing). Maybe I’ve been missing her point?

Roostering, cockering lady bait……condom?

Such whimsy is hard to find in the comics, these days….

In the picture of the grown up Eddie I can see “The Skipper” from “Gilligans Island” in the back ground. I guess the three hour tour is finally over.

Looks like a servant one could get behind..

I hate to nitpick (actually, I don’t hate it at all - indeed, I sort of enjoy it - however, I understand I’m required by custom and current manners to deny any pleasure received from it), but I believe the “Loof Life” ad actually says “Loaf Life”. Remember, guys, with an Arrow shirt, they seek you out, they come tearing down your doors, they won’t let you go!

Honest!

(My apologies, Teresa, if that was intentional and you were “just joking us”.)

Interesting point shytimes2… go away, but don’t forget your sexual devices.

Are the shortcomings forgetfulness, or the fact that extra stimulation is required?

Hmmm…

I actually bought some frozen, breaded chicken rings at the supermarket a while ago. The idea was that they were like onion rings, only made out of chicken.

They weren’t very good.

“Objects in mirror are fewer than they appear.”

He shouldn’t have tried to swat me.

“O Prince Albert” she cried, piercingly.