Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for December 02, 2021

I promise, I wasn’t. I was staring at your biscuit eating son.

I’ve had my fill of philtrums, yours interests me not!

And don’t get nosey about it or I’ll sic my septum on you.

I’m a biscuit eater, the son of biscuit eaters, the grandson of biscuit eaters, and the great-grandson of biscuit eaters.

Not in this sense, though:   http://listserv.linguistlist.org/pipermail/ads-l/2004-May/038125.html

That’s pretty darn clean, and the coach stays in the game

Place dirty rotten in before the issues, and get the tow from the show.

you don’t want people to stare grow a mustache…

…once again…

…I wonder if the sir valence pickle is pointed my way…

…it wasn’t Frankenstein…

…it was his monster…

…with the biggest philtrum in seven counties…

…and the monster was only part of a son of a biscuit eater…

…the red ’O’s go swell with the green clovers & yellow stars…how do you keep someone from Froglandia in suspense?…

…I will tell you tomorrow…

rough attitude ;+)

Don’t flatter yourself—- your philtrum is not noteworthy.

https://youtu.be/AgxFAFEyyFo Yes dear, that hurts.

I’ve seen Philtrums in my day, but yours is exceptionally Groovey!

Whoa. I think I may have to give up my Spoon Size Shredded Wheat for Advent.

If you don’t want me staring at your philtrum the grow a mustache like your mother’s!

This guy’s name HAS GOT to be Phillip …!

…and he is a lying, dog-faced pony soldier. Whatever that means.

But it’s soooooo big…

Is the philtrum the perineum of the face? That would explain a lot.

Tainted Love isn’t just a song.

For a moment, she was tempted to deal with this distraction immediately, rather than hurry on to her job, where her somewhat vain and insecure boss would would abuse her mercilessly within his capacity as the Village Clerk, while admonishing her to look at him while he was talking to him, demanding that she maintain eye contact while being dressed down. He had thoroughly destroyed a temp worker who was looking at his mouth while he spoke, unaware that said temp was functionally deaf, and reading his lips. How he retained his job was some version of a miracle, only possible in a place like Frogsbane, where connections counted more than ability or performance. Prudence and pressing need won out. Ignoring the very obvious fish attached to her nose, she hurried on.

I resent your choice of insults, you long-philtrumed snot-nose! My parents ate biscuits, their parents ate biscuits; hell’s bells, I eat biscuits, whether fresh and slathered with melting butter or whether one of those fast food breakfast biscuits with egg, cheese, and bacon or sausage….

A bow tie and too much black eye shadow does not make a puny pretender look ominous. Just lame!

Is he a toupee model?