Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for September 13, 2016

But my fried egg likes your little pretzel bun.

…..and commence to wear egg on face…

Meanwhile, just below the ’toon(on my browser).

Well, I was going to add cheese and bacon, but now I just don’t know if I should even bother.

Would your world?

You’ll switch out your decision as soon as the TABASCO® pepper sauce and craft beer shows up..

If I had pretzel buns, I’d probably walk funny.

If your pretzel bun is anything Little Caesar’s pretzel crust, sadly discontinued, there’s no way I’m getting my fried egg off it.

I love it when you play hard to get!!!

Better than getting egg on your face.

I love it when you use euphemisms, my little salty treat!

Hey! HEY! You! YOU! (now is a good time to offer five pounds if she’ll have your kind of detergent pack)

Pretzel buns and such. Another example of trendy food items we think we have to try and even pretend to like. Just give me a plain slice of white bread, a day old is fine.

Rabbits are hatched, not born live. Don’t forget, you found out here on Frog Applause.

A fired egg is what you call it when your ball lands in the sand trap at a very steep angle, creating a bulge in the sand in the middle of which the upper half of the ball protrudes.There is no way to play it without catching sand, and you cannot allow your club to touch down until you are in your swing. Every touch counts against you, of course.Always do things the fair way, if at all possible.