Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for April 13, 2024

I’m going to need an anatomy chart for this… creature before I can say whether it’s urinating.

Looks like you’re aiming for the trifecta.

Sadly, it’s a typical pathetic rap sheet among the wino Dead Enders at the downtown public bus station. The stubs of amputated limbs due to old wars are common.

I’m not so sure loitering counts anymore.

Is that a 5 legged boy sheep or a 3 legged girl sheep leaking breast milk?

(I’ll take my answers offline)

Sounds like somebody is ready to be put out to pasture.

…for someone who has broken the law…

…they have not completed their sentence…

…or…

…it is non-complete sentence…

…ugh…

…if you have to explain it …

…in other news…

…artificial intelligence…

…may not be artificial…

….but it is not human intelligence…

…how did Scrooge say it?….

…There’s more of gravy than of grave about you…

…having to make decisions with upset stomachs…

…headaches…

…heartaches…

… lust …

… jealousies …

…fear…

…loathing…

…now…

…that’s real…

…soon…

…algorithms …

… data…

.. percentages…

…conformity…

…will confirm our decisions…

…ie…

…more of the same…

…thank more gravy than of grave…

…for Frog Applause…

…Resistance is futile…

…whether is is FU-tile…

…or…fyoo-toll…

…how do you say it?…

…opps there goes that million kilowatt dam…

thinking there’s more to this story ;+)

Minor infractions, until the malice aforethought leads to a felonious coverup.

You can loiter while you litter, and certainly urinating in public is a literation of littering.

Just don’t interfere with yourself in public or they will stick you in the dockAnd you won’t come back

Hey! Hold still for your mug shot.

guilty…

My mom grew up in a rural town in Iowa. Her cousins tried a lamb as a pet. They discovered that lambs can’t be housebroken.

On The Througho Way or Underground Way.

Hang on, it’s just the trash talking. Silence is golden.

love the notebook background ;+)

And yet we still love our pets.

I do all three here everyday; and sometimes the Hokey Pokey, too.

This looks more like a pubic disorder …!

Don’t ride that thing after drinking!!

Call your vet after six hours… isn’t that the recommendation?

I’d be obscuring most of my face too if that’s the stuff I’ve been doing.

Belly up (3 x stomach’s) too da lou on terd base. The bar code hits me with a groin fine.

Squealing tires. Sound ordense.

This looks only somewhat like that mechanical bucking beastie that bested me, as seen, squinting, through the hurtful foggy stupor at Billy-Roy Bobb’s Flying T&A Ranch Junque Bar & Wild West TSA Training Lounge….

[cough]

No, those are not really cakes.

Is best not done in public.

…public urination?…

…on Survivor they go number two in the ocean and brag about it…

…have I publicly gone number one?…

…do porta-potties count?…

…as a tree man…

…the side of a truck was the best you got…

…plowing snow…

…well…

…in the middle of the night on the turn around of a nowhere road….

…between the plow and the cab…

…it happens…

…never been one for using bottles…

…but picking up highway litter…

…it is a thing…

…classified as toxic waste…

…mowing would explode it…

…so…

…I still left it alone….

…mowing tall grass one time I did hit a giant bag of used diapers…

…you know what they say about hitting the fan…

…yep…

…of course I was in the only open cab tractor…

…the good old days…