Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for September 06, 2017

Who knew that eggs could be strict?

FOR MAN OR BEAST. What’s the difference?

Inside “That Girl”.

Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.

King, I don’t think we’re in Cleveland anymore.

Be careful of that hole in the floor, you may fall through..

There she goes, always walks away from a situation as it becomes chaotic..

… a mishmash of gobbledygook served chilled over rice graveyard stew.[the Cleveland Plain Dealer]…

… a dream montage pieced together visually and frameable for over the couch. [ Harry Morgan Jr.]…

… the clues are relevant/ the near nudity awkward.[ FAX simile]…

… as interesting as a Ransom note with doodles in the margins.[ Skadoodle Weakly]…

… the 3D thumbprint echos like a splash in the water resolving our longing for Jim Messina[ the Catholic Digest]…

…when you’re looking at a bunch of goo that used to be your bestfriend’so face, you’ll know what to do.[ the Sculptural Examiner]…

The Dark Side of Waking and Baking.

Rather off-beat back-to-school ad, I’d say.

My favorite part was the football on top of the lampshade.

I have your pain reliever right here.

Wacky Wednesday at the Tiki !

“The season is ripe” but the eggs are “fresh”.

I love the smell of scrambled butt nuggets in the morning.

Down and loaded.:-)

I have changed my mind. My favorite part is the half dog half chair creature attacking the newspaper lady with a bar of soap.

Potpourri!

Smells fishy to me.

Sue? She?

Graphically speaking the design, which is terribly busy, focuses on the boldface “pencil” text. Make straight the way of the Lame!

The real question here, and I think everybody would agree, concerns a man in a car with a brand new McBreakfast sandwich who stops at a red light to turn left and discards an unwanted disc of Canadian Bacon from said sandwich onto the curb beside the signal light, which, two days later, is absent, that being the Canadian bacon and not the signal light, obviously, where other detritus remains behind indicating that there has been no street cleaning in the interim. The question being, “Who ate the Canadian bacon?”

The signature finger print whorl suggests that the artist is in the center of a hurricane.

I thought “pain reliever” not “pain remover” is correct word for this.