Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for January 19, 2017

I’ll use flaming mace while playing squash against the gaffer’s tape, thank you!

Mixed doubles but if he hadn’t duct it would have been Mick’s nuts, Meg.

After many decades, it’s move as a positive force for social change is through holding the world together..

Deconstruction, ignition, and duct tape: the three elements that make up the universe. Oh wait, does nutmeg count if it isn’t the Holidays?

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia:

…in large doses, raw nutmeg has psychoactive effects… fresh… nutmeg contains myristicin, a monoamine oxidase inhibitor and psychoactive substance. Myristicin poisoning can induce convulsions, palpitations, nausea, eventual dehydration, and generalized body pain.

Fatal myristicin poisonings in humans are very rare, but three have been reported…

Intoxications with nutmeg had effects that varied… often reported to be an excited and confused state with headaches, nausea, dizziness, dry mouth, bloodshot eyes, and memory disturbances. Nutmeg was also reported to induce hallucinogenic effects, such as visual distortions and paranoid ideation. Intoxication took several hours before the maximum effect was reached. Effects and aftereffects lasted up to several days.

“Every state of consciousness is an altered state of consciousness”, explained the old gaffer, leaving us to wonder what his racket was, and his role in all of this.

Get her under the mistletoe. Quite the racket, that duct tape can fix anything.

…if I only had some on the Minnow…

3hours of Kissing Mary Ann…

One of two essentials in any toolkit. The other is WD-40 (so named as it was the 40th attempt to develop a water displacement formula for the aerospace industry.)

4 out 5 Overlords surveyed recommend Frog Applause to their subscribers who ignite nutmeg.

Silence is golden, duct tape is silver.

Antideconstruction requires context.

Duct tape mended my marriage. (don’t ask)

MLK Jr., black checker to get kinged..

We’re on to your racket.

We’ve got your prints on the duct tape.

You might want to sing.

Only one of you returns this volley.

The other one goes away.

I’d be delighted to say that duct tape makes this a sticky wicket, but then we’d have to be playing cricket rather than tennis. And, by good King George, even when a native cricketeer explained it to me and my mates in great and vivid, dramatic detail, I didn’t get it. So, back to tennis.

Toast the nutmeg, and we’ll all psychotropize together whilst deconstructing this installment of Frog Applause, the world’s lamest comic….

The net is in the polyvinyl tape.

The internet is a polyvinyl tape construct, complex and inescapable.

You can never win.

Give up now.

Do not accept the wager for your mind at double or nothing.

Be grateful that your mind is all you have lost.