Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for December 26, 2016

Your comb may be near by, it’s hard to believe that you would ever part with it..

Well, you can put it back next to the monstrance where it belongs.

And stop using my eye shadow to darken your mustache. You’re not fooling anyone, you know!

The rain in spain falls mainly on the plain.

“Come in”, she said. “I’ll give ya’ shelter from the storm.”

Fancy that…

Of all the comics in all the sites in all the world wide web, I walk into one created by a Italophile.

Of all the comics in all the sites in all the world wide web, I walk into one created by a singular weirdo wordie.

I don’t exactly cross dress. It’s more like really quite sincerely angry dressing.

Looks like the party is dead. His comb was laced with a poison.

Una peineta es el símbolo de la separación. A comb is the symbol of parting. But the mantilla could cover both of them, so it really doesn’t matter, does it. Let us part. No…that’s dee-part.

Jurassic Park paraphraseology.

“Yeah. “Ooh, ah, trees and tinsel” that’s how it always starts. But then later there’s whippings and cross-dressing."

It’s ALL J-Park!

Don’t you get it?

They can Open Doors!!!

… sooooorry… started to panic a little there…

Since Papi is pretty clearly stone cold dead, and this is one of those Victorian photo fantasies, you can probably pass off any old comb on him, Sonny-Boy!

Harsh, maybe; but eminently practical….

They all look so happy.