Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for October 18, 2010

Ewg. One of those would be mess-y!

‘uretheral diverticulum’!

Yuk! Ptooie! And I doubt if he really shaves his ears; he may pluck them…. Sequence of sequences….

That’s a lot of misplaced testosterone, there.

Hey Harry. Tell your incontinent crony to lose the black socks when he changes his diaper. He’s cramping your style.

Good Lord…the things we have to look forward to…..

Looks like Happy Harry isn’t doing much better. He’s wearing Argyle socks.

Just what, may I ask is an “intersex person,” and is there an “intrasex person” category also? And how about an “outersex person” while we’re at it.

I’m happy and I know it but I think I’ll just clap my hands instead

best blog in a long time…hardly lame at all.. (so, who wrote it and what have you done w Mz.B ?)

can’t believe i wasted an entire minute of my life waiting for that .damn dragon ride to jump the rails and burst into flame!

That CHEATING DEATH: NEAR MISSES WITH TRAINS video sure brought back a childhood memory.

I was playing on a railroad bridge when I was maybe 7 or 8 years old when a very fast moving New York Central train nearly got me. I held on to the bridge railing while it sucked the hat off my head (one like Ralphie in the Christmas Story with the flaps) and sent it a couple hundred feet down the track. Unforgettable to say the least.

I’m happy I don’t have uretheral diverticulum. I hope.

I loved the Pixel bit.. I laughed so hard I nearly pixelated my pants.

Why do I feel like yelling ‘askhole face!’ as I watch Cheating Death?

I feel the need to pick a nit on the Blog, namely “with Orson Welles reading the Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s poem.”

Maybe “with Orson Welles reading Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s poem.”

Or “with Orson Welles reading the Samuel Taylor Coleridge poem.”

But never “with Orson Welles reading the Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s poem.” It just grates…

OK, I’ll go away again. Was a pleasure getting caught up on FA and the FB.

Boy, Ushindi, you were picking nits there. But you could be smashing pumpkins or shooting them: http://www.break.com/index/huge-cannon-fires-pumpkins-at-600-mph.html

I’ve been on that slow descent into alcoholism for 36 of my 52 trips around the sun. Good thing it’s slow. I’d hate to be an alcoholic before I can retire and enjoy it.