Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for April 17, 2020

The human body always creases to amaze me…

Corny butt tru…

I’ll take his word for it.

Here’s Stanford Medicine’s version of the story in the link mentioned by Teresa:

https://med.stanford.edu/news/all-news/2020/04/smart-toilet-monitors-for-signs-of-disease.html

A solid case of piles would make those creases unreadable.

One word: Proctomancy.

Here’s a photo of the real McCoy https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_anus

35…37….This…means…something. (Where’s my mashed taters?)

What an A$$hole……

“… cash, which is just as good as money.” Yogi Berra, 2006

… anal-print, which is just as good as fingerprint. She, 2020

When his jeweler’s loupe comes up for auction… think twice before bidding.

I’m impressed with these fellows. So stylish! And they actually seem familiar with Salvador Dali, and are having an in-depth discussion with him in the subject line. That in itself is remarkable.

…hello, Dali, this is the loo, Dali…

…it seems roids are the rage…

…Frog Applause has always been known for its bathroom humour…

…hmmm…

…seems dogs were on to something…

… bidet joke punchline: Say it. Don’t spray it…

…no, David, I’m not using this curling iron to get rid of my creases…

…those tight onesies need frilly skirts…

…famous Bart Simpson quote: But, but, but, but, but…

… with the rejoinder: make him stop!…

we have a couple of new animations on Cleo and Company!

http://www.comicssherpa.com/site/feature?uc_comic=cscwy

and

http://www.comicssherpa.com/site/feature?uc_comic=cscwy&uc_full_date=20200403

thanks, Teresa

You just know Salvador Dali owned a well used photocopy machine … possibly a Booty-1000 …!

I’ll let that pass.

“Come then aged starfish

Riddle me no more,

For news I am weary

And my heart is sore;

All on the silent seashore,

Help me if you can,

Tell to me if you know

Of this banjo man."

“All through the seven oceans

I am a star, most famed,

Many creases have I lost

And many have I gained…

Some day my prints will come . . .

’m not much into anal creases (you may guess the reason why), but I have won several contests for making anal sounds. The “Triple Flutter Blast” being one of my go-to moves. And I’ve won several trophies in the Length of Fire competition. One of my competitors thought I was cheating, saying “I smell a rat.” But the judges denied his challenge, stating that the Lucifer Match head used to trigger the flame had produced the unusual odor. My time in the twenty foot roller skate squat-dash was ten seconds, and he had flamed out at the fifteen foot mark. I have the trophy, mounted over my fireplace, which doesn’t need any wood to burn. Sadly, Santa Claus has refused to come down the chimney. That really stinks.

The link gives a new meaning to reading in the toilet.

I wonder if Bugsy tried to change his anus print in the order of throwing off the cops trying to catch em..

When the women come to town …

I’ll take the higher road and you take the lower road…

and I’ll get to my blueprint before you…

Sitting on the evidence takes on a whole new meaning. But does checking it out constitute an unreasonable search? Can anyone throw some light on the matter?