Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for March 05, 2018

My exact train of thought!

How DOES Teresa do it!

Crack of his butt?

I am under destruction, pleased to meet you.

Judges with bad teeth, diamond-rich comrades, somebody owes a comma to somebody, and a hint of Winnie-the-Pooh. My head hurts from the juxtapositional jolt!

I knew Vlad worked out, but I had no idea that his guns were that big. I’ve felt his brawn against my jaw, but that’s about it.

What is, Struck Down by the Stone?

My friends are real gems, judgmental mentally muscle-bound donkey’s hindquarters. It is only because I do not render their due that they remain friends, such as they are.

“This was clearly homicide,” stated Misty, “and I know who was responsible”. It was amazing to watch her work. After only a few moments, she had replayed the events that must have taken place and derived from that a substantial theory of what had happened. This was always the best part, where an indecipherable puzzle was resolved by brilliant deductive reasoning into a coherent series of events, which invariably turned out to be correct and provable.

“Bother,” said Pooh as he coached Lord Dampnut on acting ‘Presidential’.

My eye keeps returning to the field at the bottom, and I wonder whether it’s from a vintage Winnie the Pooh illustration.

Please do not curdle my septic fluids

Please do not curdle my septic fluids

After years of meticulous and painstaking research it is my conclusion that one of five generic comments covers every Frog Applause™ strip:

1.      Don’t you people ever sleep?

2.      I don’t get it.

3.      Contrary to what some Sherpans would have you believe, it turns out that there is Some Ambiguity.*

4.      The overlords aren’t gonna like this.

…. (and, if all else fails) …

5.       Spork!

* https://tinyurl.com/NoooAmbiguity

Please don’t judge me by my bad teeth.

The condiments will attack from the north

The condiments will attack from the north

We go to the same gerbil painting class

We go to the same gerbil painting class

Never trust a headless three legged Centaur.

I’m just impressed that Señor Wences looked like that with bare arms and hand.

Arm deer!

Really dumb and not funny.

The bicep and arm remind me of an elephant’s head, ears, and trunk if I squint through the shots of schnapps.

Ah yes, schnapps as an hallucinogenic. Um, I don’t remember that.

There is a limit to the none-sense to which I can contribute. And that’s diamond, Jack!

There is no pooh like ripe old Dada Pooh.

He rulled the Mob in Mumbai back in its Bombay days….

Omni-Dada-Mia … brought to you by Teresa-ABBA-Dhabi