Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for July 01, 2023

Banning check: “She only a fisherman’s daughter, but she saw his rod, she reeled”.

Add “when” between “but” and “she”.

O, never mind…XD!!

It’s hard work being a grammar Nazi, but someone has to do it :).

And also, *was" after “She”. The brain interpolates words all the time. I once thought I made a mistake, but I was wrong. I made two.

Is this person shaking their tiny fist in a death curse?  Have they been cut in half?  Or do they live in a kayak spray skirt?

Oh she would not like me

Spare the rod and spoil the curse.

A three verse curse. Like!

Loving the enthusiasm. But shake you fist a bit more. Not faster, but more broadly.

She curses knickknack paddy wacks

Annoying Wilted wrist corsage

And ugly ornate finials on your rods!

Now give your dog a bone!

LOVE LOVE LOVE FA! ❤️

Such cute lameness! ☺️

now that’s hitting above the curtain

I think those first fancy curses were just a warmup for the curtain rods thing, which was the agenda the whole time. And what brought this person out of their prairie dog burrow? This is the 4th of July Weekend, not Groundhog Day.

Curse the arbiters of fine cursing …!

( a-holes )

I fondly remember the Rod of a Thousand Curtains … er … Curses!

In my dad’s dime store we sold curtain rods and cut windowshades per customer measurements.

https://youtu.be/kz1Ih2gBbfU

Alan Parsons Project

May be a price to pay

Staff and Rod

Rodney Dangerfield ….‘no respect’

Wrist Corsage Sabotage is a remake I’d like the Beastie Boys to make.

Those up to their armpits in quick-sand shouldn’t be casting curses. Frida says, you reap what you sow, you cranky old sow. Still, I admire your grit in the face of death. Here’s a Lifesaver. Suck on that!

I got nuthin’… you pretty much covered all the curses for one day, Teresa.

Here was an “Imp Of Perversion” of mine:

A coworker of mine had a wild limp which, when he walked, can be described as lifting up his right foot and literally flipping it to the right on its way down to make a sideways contact with the floor ( or ground). His left step was normal.

Whenever following him in the hallway, I ALWAYS had the insane urge to mimic his stride … and this was when EEO was the big new thing in the workplace, and would have been a very verboten thing to do. I confessed this to him and he asked for a demo. He laughed so hard that we bonded. From that point on if I came up behind him in the hall, I sometimes would tell whoever I was walking with to “Watch this” … I’d tap him on the shoulder and raise my voice and say “Hey Mitch … coming through” and would (much to the horror of some) do my mimic limp right past him …! ( invariably, his response was always, “I’m going to turn you in!” )

This gal project’s a great watchdog.

My, my. Such uncomely cursing. The Little Old Lady in Orange (is that the color of inmate uniforms at the Sicko Psycho Rest and Rehab Center?) is so splenetic that she finds things accursed that would not occur to me in my sourest, most cynical moods!

And, just to be clear about this, I did not attack the yak knickknacks!

I’d curse ‘em for nice curtain rods. I hate people and houses with nice curtain rods. The wrist thingy.. feh, there’s usually another wrist.