Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for July 19, 2009

How’s that ankle doing?

Uhh, yeah; sure. –Clear as აბგ!

erfp! erfp!!

ectionnn,uuuuck,eeeeenis.

MMmm. Cute toes.

Uhhhh, okay.

!!!?!!! I’m guessing all the weirdness is Teresa’s attempt to censor herself. The art is nice. !?!

A boy and his dog. A girl and her pony.

I definitely ” dated ” that woman’s sister…

I’ll stick with you, Teresa– if you let me hold your hubbahubba hand.

I tink I luvs U!

breathalyser for the brain…. I flunk, can’t get image out of mind….

Teresa’s blog helped me with today’s FA. Sort of.

Just love the way you horse around with this strip, T. The pony’s intentions you made clear. But, what was on your ?dnim

What mind?–What art? Teresa and all the rest of you need therapy. This kind of stuff is NOT funny and probably tramitized the pony! Oh, by the way, can I have you all over for dinner?

A dinner invitation? I ACCEPT. Is it rude to ask about the menu? I noticed, H, that you are new around here and this is your first comment.

jukeofurl: why her sister?

@3hour Are you saying that Teresa’s poem brushed against you like the pony’s —?

H: Let’s make it potluck. I’ll bring some homemade chili!

Teresa every now and then you go beyond excellent. Today is one of those times.

As Jethro Tull put it, so succintly, in A Passion Play:

“And your little sister’s immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision. (The examining body examined her body.)”

I don’t think you’d like dinner at H’s house. He looks like he has a Hannibal Lecter thing going. I do believe I’m tramitized.

Dypak: Are you saying that H had an alternative meaning in mind when he said he’d like to have us for dinner?

I think “tramitized” is what happens when you get run over by a streetcar.

You know how long I had to look for a streetcar in order to get properly tramitized? It was a tramatic moment in my life.

Great FA today.

Someone sounds hot to trot.