Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for April 11, 2024

Good timing for a good time.

One more time for all the old times…

(in a babushka and Dick Tracy trench coat)

And one more than one more is a tumor.

It’s Howdy Doody time, said Buffalo Bob.

If only Greta Garbo had done so.

It’ll grow on you :(

It’s never a bad idea to talk to your plants. Even if they don’t understand what you mean.

Her secret plan, to sabotage the city streets, found a perfect day. Bundled against the wind and the glare, she set out with her little bag of carefully collected dandelion seeds, to place them in sidewalk and pavement cracks. Her contribution to the world.

For the Good Times, Marylin…..

I thought the Unabomber died?

Sorry. You’re overdressed.

Just a second, I think I have some. Somewhere.

Because you’ll never know when it will be the last time…

Its all we can do!

I’m always glad to redo the redux!

who does your wall paper?

EMIT TIME !

Once again Teresa hits it out of the park with her artwork. So much to like about this one.

I used to take time for nine to five ….

( now I have the freedom to make it )

Earth is blowing down wind…

Happy Eid al-Fitr!

[Hurriedly checks his watch—] Okay.

For the correct code, read today’s wallpaper backwards.

It does not decipher as “Be sure to drink your Ovaltine,” so quit saying that, Corporal.

time after time…

DAH DAH Burns. Time is a construct. If a Cuckoo Clock Cukoos, but no one is there to hear it, who is pulling your chain?

That’s right because one time, and not only that but one time. I’m just saying one time.

The Resplendent Cartoonist prepares to brave the paparazzi, and buy pizza rolls from the Wal✼Mart.

Spotted trout!

Plus other things I can’t make out.

Anyway, what she’s making time for may be that someone else is now completely ‘out of time.’ Those cute succulents on the windowsill don’t fool me.

For some reason, I could not post the above two comments as a single comment. Tried all day. Tried logging out and in again. Didn’t change any words, and yet the separate comments posted, but when combined, it would not. Maybe the mystery madame in today’s comic had something to do with it!

…a 72 year old women co-worker…

…she was the best forklift driver in the joint…

…said she’d quite when they pried her cold dead hands from the steering wheel…

…I was going back there one morning to fuel-up…

…& they were doing cpr on her…

…the devil may had been on her shoulder…

…but her hands weren’t on the wheel…

…they say no one dies in Disney World…

…but in transportation…

…same here…

…65 and still pushing carts…

…see that girl over there…

…how slow she’s working…

…she gets paid the same as you…

…except she ain’t blowing out her knee…

…or…busting her back…

…they don’t want good workers…

…just people that show up…

…the easier they make our jobs…

…the more they make us do…

…and unions only protect the screw-offs…

…and they get paid too much for what little they do…

…the richest man in the world frustratingly complains…

…that his workers want too much money…

…the richest man in the world…

….have affairs…

…have flings…

…if only with your wife…

…live a little before you die in transit…

…six months later…

…hey…

..whatever happened to that old guy…

…you know …

…the one with the beard?…

…that worked so hard?…

Once more, each time. Only once more, then once more, then once more, but only once each time.