Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for June 24, 2012

Hardest. Sudoku. Ever.

O.K. Saw is to Forest as Links are to Dog and Cup is to Boot? A saw cuts down timber if the forest;Another name for a link sausage is a hot dog;And you need to wear a cup in case somebody puts the boot to your privates.

Re Blog: PAIN – PRESSURE – TENSIONI direct you to the Doonesbury comments later today.

Re Frog Blog: Perhaps they should be Maltese-face cupcakes – the dog doesn’t look like a poodle (maybe even Bichon Frise)

Somehow, my first thought on seeing this was to check and see if Hugh Downs was still alive. He is.

uuhh… cat?

Hoping not to reveal too much of my wayward and enjoyable youth….uhhhhh, blotter acid?

Tea cups forest, dozen links boot, mitre saw dog?!? . . . ☻

This is what happens when a disgruntled rogue Rosetta Stone employee sneaks in a page designed to mess with people’s minds who are trying to learn English

I’ll go with Charley Weaver for the win, Dick.

re; blog frog“…now, if i just sit here quietly, Ive got it made…”

Re Blog: THE POGUES – IF I SHOULD FALL FROM GRACE WITH GODThank you Ms. Teresa for posting one of my favorite POGUE songs. They were/are an incredible group. The word pogue is only part of the group’s original name. It’s part of an Irish expression that I won’t list here. Suffice it to say, pogue means kiss in Irish.The advertising agency that recently used the song in a television commercial with a hockey mom and kids, obviously didn’t know the history of The Pogues or the song ( long story on that! ).

I can’t see the forest for the teas.

Three for three! (One block in first row, two blocks in second row, three blocks in third row have binary dissonance).

Here’s something about Anita the Living doll, and the whole sideshow business of gaping at people who fall at the extreme ends of the curve:

http://www.nfa.dept.shef.ac.uk/jungle/index4b5.html

White Tavern snails – pain aux raisins – cinnamon puff pastryalso, for those who like the Pogues, check out Black 47 and Flogging Molly

Held deep within the forest, a boot smells like food, awaiting the teeth of the wild dog.