Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for July 30, 2017

Is this like that “Far Side” cartoon caption that got mixed up with the one for “Dennis the Menace”? From where I’m half-sitting/half-standing, it might be a possibility.

Good thing I know how to read charts because I was interested in finding out the contrast in levels of testosterone between a wombat and a tapir.

If I can’t talk sports with you, can we talk about testosterone levels by species instead?

My wary and delicate sensibilities are once again offended, Sr. Teresa of the Lame. Women in corsets did not evolve from apes! Not only that - I adhere to the young Earth creationist belief that the age of the Earth is 6,000 to 10,000 years old. Measurements using independently cross-validated geochronological methods, including radiometric dating, that estimate the age of Earth at 4.54 billion years is a bunch of knee-jerk pineapple hooey with a toy pirate on top and a side order of uncurbed foofaraw.

Okay, it takes two to tango.

Lapdance or Laptop…

The theory that living things are soul-less machines controlled by their chemistry entirely still needed some work. This was mostly because nobody with an independent mind wanted to listen to a meat machine being controlled by a chemical computer with dubious programming and faulty logic.

Today’s randomness has me weak-kneed and giggling. Who could ask for more?

The GCBLOG says it’s International Friendship Day. I’m more interested in celebrating Day of the Lame (modeled after Day of the Dead— Día de Muertos) every day on FA!!!

How about them Cubs?

I think she was in my freshmen class… but I don’t remember her being “with child” back then.

FREE DOGSNIFF!!!

Looking that way, she’ll have trouble finding any relief.

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Perhaps I’m reading too much into it, but I see “Churl F” among the glyphs.

“Testosterone doth make churlish f#@%$ of the cowards.”

I think that’s what the man said.

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Is she barefoot, too?

Can’t say I blame her for having her knickers in a twist.

The device has not yet been conceived that can measure my indifference to sports.

Pardon me, but why are you assuming that I would want to talk sports with a possibly-pregnant corseted Hapi-head? That’s absurd. I’d much rather read a dry-as-dust article on “Testosterone Levels By Species,” which might contain a nugget or two of amusement.

This is truly Theatre of the Grotesque, which teeters on the brink of indelicacy. I shall not search out hidden meanings, double entendres, or cosmic arcana. Blue scribbles only mildly intrigue me. Perish the lame thought that the female creature might be Lamia! She haunts my realm….

Predetermined non-sportsmanship hieroglyph sacred writings of procreation..

Chris Christie got in the face of a Chicago Cubs fan in Milwaukee on Sunday — all while keeping an iron grip on his bowl of nachos.