Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for September 02, 2011

Let us not be over-confident. For, murder will out, and dreams come surely true!

Forever a bladder has meant a vessel for liquid (or a football if you’re a jock). English should expand, not contract. Now if you don’t mind I’m going to contract an expanded bladder.

I really enjoy my daily dose of FA and your blog. Thank you!

She’s just jealous because he can go the whole night without getting up.

Or several weeks…

Oh, Gweedo, you’ve found your calling in life! I’m so happy for you!

He’s really gotta go.

When it leaks he’ll leave his mark……………….

but, curiously, she left the rest of him to rot in the sun

♫ Whipping Post ♫

Enquiring minds want to know did he get to bury his manhood in paradise?

Gweedo, it is just Teresa’s way of showing you that she cares.

Teresa has demonstrated how one can be both ass and elephant simultaniously. (And ’Bigger"? Only in his- er, the owners – mind. [Remember, this is Texas_*!]

You know what I think? I think she is in menopause, and he left the seat up once too often.

She buried his bladder by not taking full advantage of his prostate!

stop sending me your comic, it has never made me laugh

he always did try to hide his bladder problem, but she took it literally

Gweedo, too bad about your turn in the barrel, man. The rest of us are huddled back here, glancing about, trying to look inocuous.

I suppose he could have taken the Mickey once too often.

From the Google- translated-from-the-Italian Wikipedia article on Giovanna Casotto: “She loves drawing and comics, before embarking on a career as a cartoonist Giovanna Casotto worked as a home.”

What kind of a home? For whom?

The Article

Reminds me of a friend I played bridge with, Gweedo. Whenever a finesse failed, or he got a bad trump break, he would say, “Dorked by the Dangling Dong of Destiny.”

Gweedo-say it isn’t so….

I emptied my bladder where I thought no one would find it.