Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for April 21, 2009

Sex in the Twilight Zone…

If your oblate terpsichorean remains engorged for longer than 4 hours, call your Pratologist.

I remember this memo from a long time ago. Perhaps these people wrote it: It has come to the notice of this office that you are tramming on the permis of the derialtor. Further emications will result in the immediate derundment and contority of every sarmensant involved. This practice must cease at once. Sincerely yours Andrew Robertson Office of the Drensing Columate

So this is what develops when you put Moby together with Susan Boyle.

Spicecrack? I flush the pan-fried revolution. Give me glory or give me a parking spot! Wot? Cheap pakoras are no substitute for mashed pish. Have you no heart in your art of hearts? Nay. I have begat a schmuck. Forgive? Only on alternate Wednesdays. That’s not a bailout … Oooh, but it’s a package, my tilting alligator-waif!

Linguists Gone Wild!

My birthday, also. John Muir was born on the 21st of April, as was Queen Elizabeth II.

That’s the raunchiest dialog I’ve ever read in the comics… I wonder what it means? XD

Happy B-Day, Bill!

I feel dirty.