Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for March 16, 2023

Throwing the middle finger of pickle fickle fate.

Late for The Square Dance?

Catch 22 is an illusion, the only way to get to The Twilight Zone’s finale episode.

The illusionist makes it work anyway but up…

Confucius says, man who seals his fate w/urine, must be senders enemy.

Wizard Of Oz

My Dorothy, the house has been ripped of it’s plumage.

Gotta go?

Well I advise follow the yellow.

It’ll lead to a pot of gold.

What is embezzlement? (Jeapordy question)

It’s not embezzlement until somebody notices.

Is ‘siphoning’ a euphemism in this case, or merely a figurative synonym?

She’s another satisfied Credit Suisse employee.

What does a siphoner look like?

Mary Margaret , a strait laced and most trusted employee the company has ever seen! She was hired by the CEO to work in the financial Department, about 26 years ago!

Needless to say she shocked and rocked his world when he discovered she had been embezzling money from his personal account, leading the CEO’s wife to discover this missing money and she had Mary Margaret put under surveillance….

Well! The outrage of the headlines prompted Mary Margaret to flee the state, but with her, she took the stolen millions and set herself up in a fine and proper Victorian home on Main St!

No one caught her….ever….but she lived a lonely life…which she so “richly” deserved!

Why “requisite?” What did “requisite” ever do to Her to deserve inclusion in Frog Applause™?

This puts me in mind of a quote from Uncle Duke when he was manager of the Washington ̶R̶e̶d̶s̶k̶i̶n̶s̶ Native Americans:

“But the pension fund was just sitting there!”

And the gasoline got all over the funds.

All I can think of is Pumpkins …!

( bupkis ? )

Hortense Hickey and her dastardly digits.

Few comics dare to break the fourth wall. Here we see some very guilty direct eye contact, and X’s and O’squiggly’s outside the frame. Do Not Be Misled! What you do not see is the back door fifth wall. Wide Open! Most will refuse eye contact with the sphincteresque back door. The Ole Brown Eye, downtown Julie Brown, siphoning off pound for pound more plumage than you can shake a urine soaked moldy shower curtain at. This space opening up at a comic near you.

Pam found that being PTA treasurer was much more rewarding than she imagined.

The kybo porta potty was a malfunctioning part of The Boy Scotts of America.

Why? Because Junior Achiever’s were told they have to siphon the poop out with their mouth…

Shamrock Shake, not stir.

Irish Potato Chip, sour cream and onion. Green tater diggers.

Master’s Green Jacket,/don’t pinch me.

You Sydney, You Freud

I shot the basketball.

Did not shoot the poop.

And now she’s doing HARD TIME in the Big House of the Midwest, USP Leavenworth, at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. To occupy her time and while contemplating the crime of embezzlement, she is allowed to write an imaginary Dadaistic cartoon strip, which the staff pretend to circulate on an entirely fictitious website they have dubbed “GoComics” (go where?), even to the point of creating a gallery of utterly bizarre and zany “fans” who “comment” in a complimentary surrealist way, from their imaginary abode, called “Froglandia”!

Who in his or her right mind could possibly believe such nonsense were real?!

This is horrible accusation, and it will NOT stand. She was squirreling away a little money to buy the boss a really nice birthday present. The card was going to say it was from the entire office.

…it’s best to spit and not swallow when siphoning…