Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for November 29, 2008

So this is what the mean lady looks like from behind. How come she doesn’t have ‘I Luv DT’ tattooed on her left butt cheek?

In this case ‘afar’ is waaaay better than ‘up close’!

Teresa, yo momma wears army boots.

Dont you know it’s much more fun to dish out personal attacks when the recipient isn’t actively encouraging you to rant…Oh okey. I bet your daddy is Dick Cheney.

Dick Cheney’s momma’s daddy wears army boots.

Dick Cheney’s momma’s daddy wears ping-pong balls?!

Actually I think this strip is a bit boring. So it is hard to either love or hate it. Sorry to diappoint you, Frog Applause. Bye I’m to next comic and I hope it is more interest than this one.

You can’t taunt us like that, Teresa. In compensation, I refuse to view your Sunday comedic offering!

Oh Bummer. I was hoping that I somehow managed to needled you like you needled us. Well it was nice play with you.

What’s the matter? Were we TOO nice to you yesterday? You’d never join any club that would accept you as a member? Is that it?

F@*@ You Witch!You don’t have the guts to despise me to my face.

You go ahead and despise me dear. You mind if I enjoy the view while you do it?

Yeah I thought so.

just don’t fart please.

No ping-pong balls. I have petanque balls though. But I do have a paddle and I’d be more than willing to give that naked bottom of yours a few solid wacks.

Yo’ mama so dumb she still hasn’t used those water skis she bought herself three years ago. Still looking for a lake with a slope…. :p

I am not able rightly to apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke such a request. But that’s the brand of piss-curdled immorality we’ve come to expect from Frogapplause. It’s the insanebane of my existence. Every time I pass by this putrid strip I’m left bathed in antiseptic like a mummy with excema. Slough and fimblefamble! I haven’t encountered such nonononsense since my horse ruptured a hindsnort rounding the Owner’s Enclosure (privileged ticket entry only) at Okefenoke. I call fie on your vile vangard of hobgoblins! I’d rather gnaw off my ankles with borrowed dentures than read any more of this wilt-inducing bunkum. And today’s banana boat of bilious bogroll is just another example of Teresa’s failure to graduate beyond primary-school-colouring-book 101. Lady, you couldn’t graffiti the furniture in a drawing-room. The social insights of your strip are as piercing as stewed-newt paste on wet toast. In the Land of Intellectual Giants you are an Armenian midget standing in a ditch. Wanton, vine-leaf-rolling clarty-paps! Frog-sized, festering framboise fruitshake! Teenage mutant ninja toad schlockster! Saltimbanco princess of tommyrot! Ptiissh!!!

What she said.

how bourgeois!

is this your attempt to depict Kim Kardashian in comic art? what a waste of dancing with the stars votes

I see the moon and the moon sees me…

OK, who wins the prize? I’d say Plight does.

Ping pong balls…the affliction of the new millennium!

I named my goiter after you. I hope you don’t mind.

The only time Frog Applause has been satisfying was when I used it to start a fire.