Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for September 21, 2023

D4mn4tio memoriae with skinless toes.

Digitally removed.

Sorry, your face is etched on my corneas and the surface of my brain.

Here’s something to chew on: I’m listening to your dental record by using Bluetooth® streaming.

Erase what?

Sir, tomorrow I will be sober, but you will still be ugly.

…the Froglandia Bathmat Factory professional Hide & Seek tournament was not for sissies…

I remember to forget…

for one brief second, I thought that was Gary Burghoff…

Who are you, and were you just saying something?

Mr. Blank Slate, that’s me.

Dude! Witness protection, I get it.

Mafia snitch Iggy Incognito is finding the Witness Protection Program a little too lax for his paranoid personality.

Mr. Pointy Head

I don’t know nothing. I don’t know nobody. I didn’t see nothing. I’ve never even been there.

Cut! Print it! Things could get messy.

what crime is he planning to commit

delete, expunge, over-write x7, repeat

I have lived my life carefully. I was at the funeral of a court reporter. I was in a hall of police and judges and none of them could identify me. Only God can help you when they can.

Had an acquaintance who accidentally cut off his right thumb … surgeons replaced it with his left big toe …!

( truth! … do not go gentle into that good night )

The question is… are those Teresa’s actual toe prints?

That settles it… I’m growing a mustache.

Speaking of foxes, I recently learned that the pupils of their eyes are vertical slits, similar to cats’ eyes. I was glad to have an explanation for why foxes always looked “mean” and a little uncanny to me but embarrassed to have gotten to this ripe old age without ever knowing the reason.

White Out!

Was it “Dark Passage” where Bogart had cosmetic surgery? Great San Francisco locations too.

The Gettysburg address the Lincoln nickel was addressed. Geddy Rush thank you

Hi Teresa. Great job.

Insistent bloke, is he not? For such a chubby-cheeked Little Darling, he talks a big game, but seems to me to be blowing smoke.

Complicating the issue is that he bears a resemblance (allowing for the passage of time) to a former boss of mine….

That’s Frank Testosterone. He was in my Army unit in Alaska. He was an actual member of the John Birch Society and the company snitch. We used to wind him up by saying things like “Marx had the right idea”. He’d froth at the mouth, turn red and rush off to the C.O. to report commies in the ranks. Good times.