Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for February 19, 2024

Everything that’s gone wrong in my life I blame on pudding.

The orbital parameters of mean anomaly and eccentricity are always vulnerable to the perturbations of exotic desserts.

10/10 would eat

The proof is in the pudding?

The Pastry-naut while on routine satellite maintenance, touched the mysterious orbiting hazy blob and was absorbed into its black-body substance like Br’er Rabbit into the Tar Baby. But in Space, no one could hear him squeal.

I was going to say it was a sound idea, but it was unheard of.

Pudding Tain is my name. Ask me again and I’ll tell you the same.

Accidents are bound to happen when you load your rocket with Nutella® instead of solid fuel propellant.

Nothing to see here, folks. We’ve already checked it out and found that it was instant pudding.

He said it was “pudding.”

At least it wasn’t cheese string…

It stands on its own.

its easy to blame aberrations the hazelnut pudding

OH! Thank God! T is back! ☺️☺️☺️☺️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Those dog-gone nuts are a detriment…why just the other day some brat knocked on my door, and pelted me with hazel nuts because I wouldn’t buy wrapping paper and a magazine! The nerve of this kid! ☺️

I still say you (or actually we) deserve a book of your work. To have a collection of Frog Applause would be awesome! Us old farts still like printed material.

So put out an APB for Shirley Booth. That lady was nuts.

nutella ?

Just shut up and pass the Frangelica®!

And I just got over the first one – not that you can ever fully get over something like that.

Dang those Rooskies …!

( Putin Pudding )

We at Astro-Nuts Inc assure the public steps are being taken to address this issue.

Probably because it wasn’t CHOCOLATE-hazelnut pudding. A serious omission.

They’ve become more common these days.

They were sold out of Astronaut Ice Cream.

Alone on a midnight passage

I can count the falling stars

While the Southern Cross and the satellites

They remind me of where we are

Spinning around in circles

Living it day to day

And still twenty four hours, maybe sixty good years

It’s still not that long a stay.

Bob Tom

Bomb Tomb

Is this anything like The Pepsi Syndrome episode from Saturday Night Live?

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My cousin got hit by a satellite.