Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for May 04, 2021

Carp sticklers are the very worst sort of sticklers.

Animal, vegetable or mineral?

Dive right in.

I see the little brief silhouette of a whoa man.

A brief poem:

I see London.

I see France.

Dive thru my underpants!

Carpe Carp!

Fin

…as a dyslexic I want to thank Mz. Burritt for leveling the playing field…

… of course after the great baseball scandal of ‘69 was when they first leveled the playing field…

…lame?…

…you betcha…

…but there was something about a woman diving into a pair of tighty whities on the fifty yard line…

…that was worth it…

…(though I still don’t know why one tighty white is called a pair)…

…lame…

…but that deaf, dumb and blind kid can play a mean pinball…

…lame…

…sometimes read as male…

…(I mean, I am dyslexic…

…I even have dyslexic hearing…

…but don’t get me startled)…

But, the ‘F’ starting ‘FROND’ isn’t bassackwards! Tsk-tsk. And we’d come to expect consistency. < sigh! > 8^D

I thought the underwear diver WAS a carp.

I had a frond of carp once. His name was Stickler.

I sort of wish Teresa had changed carp to crap. (I have unforgiving scatological tendencies.)

My friend the compass points to Northern 9. Wind out of Southern 4 point 5. Sex in the Cinema. How the West was won and a green jacket. Keeper Peepers where we head east.

I am officially starting the countdown to Teresa’s birthday tomorrow…

That chick is hip to the jive.

Seems Captain Underpants left his waving in the wind….they were so big, Misssy Diver, who joined the race, entered and exited in the same motion, ending up in a swan dive to win the competition. Her certificate of completion was adhered to a sticky back and had to fold it on the dotted line, number 9 in the competition, so she could hang it on the wall.

The guy with 1 foot and the banana peel for a slap stick of Wrigley Chewing GUM.

Henry Winkler as The Fronzee.

Short it out loud The Fronz.

Tab A in Slot B

“Scavenging” has always been my term for rummaging in the fridge for whatever might be there.

Sure

Are we sure that’s not a ‘6’?

Almost immediately separate laminated portion of sticker from it’s adhesive backing leaving streaks of sticker that must picked and peeled to increasingly tedious effect.

A bit of a sticky wicket.

Swimming thru my underwear, but I don’t care…

I’m kinda frond of Wanda, but Wanda never wants ta…

I’m glad this isn’t Smell-O-Vision.

Da Blog: The Siamese cat gif is a real gif”T” …! Plus (it’s now confirmed), I really can’t distinguish a crow from a raven, forevermore …!

Oh, yeah! Love that video shared on Da Blog: FB00676 — Slidey the Slideamese cat!! >8^D

I find #FB00666 to be underwhelming. No Fire!? No Evil!? Lame.

Intelligent Marble

Intelligence add Lucky

A GAME OF MARBLES

Marble is a kind of game that is very mordern now. It collects exciment fasciration. It’s a very interesting game. It can not only trains lover’s skill and intelligence but also is a best way for lover to make friends. It’s an intelligent game for a family to be a happy field. Spring your miracle, competite your level.

—instructions for “Animal Sports Meet / Ice Hockey” marble game.

Curse that chemical pollution (is it from that Bath Mat Factory?)! Now, all my carp have fronds!

No matter, Tiny Diver! Just pass through the filter ot those giant men’s briefs, the ones with the red, white, red, and blue waistband. If things start peeling that should not, head immediately for the nearest Decontamination Center and Soylent Greenery. Otherwise, Do Not Pass Go; collect yellow and pink swatches for clothing evaluation (you can’t remain a silhouette forever, you know)….

I had red, white and blue tighty-whities, too. No stars, just stripes.

crappy carp, carppy crap.