Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for December 20, 2018

Inhale the aroma!!!

They said he was snot on the spectrum.

Just don’t sneeze the Charmin ….

Is he foilet trained?

Such advice is nothing to sneeze at!

I swear ta ghad this comic is headed down the drain!

Peter cottontails to wipe the bunny clean.

He would always conceal his marshmallow peeps with a cloth when consuming them, as they were strictly forbidden by his religion.

Orders from the court, where the sun doesn’t shine butt the moon does, polish till mirror like finish.

I aloe that we should baby that nose.

Why, you wascally wabbit!

Happy Frog Applause anniversary!

The food wabit foilet, the fingerdinger foiler of last resort. It is, after all, cold and flu season.

Use ‘tourbillion’ in a sentence, please.

After 12(!) LONG YEARS years of meretricious and painful research it is my conclusion that one of five generic comments covers every Frog Applause™ strip:

1.      Don’t you people ever sleep?

2.      I don’t get it.

3.      Why bath mats?

4.      The overlords aren’t gonna like this.

…. (and, today at least) …

5.      … Happy 12th, Tee!

(cue the balloons, confetti, cake, ice cream and fingerdingers)

“Soiled” to some is “home” to others. Some eat the pods.

Happy Lame Day, Teresa!

And where’s that little pink ballerina head today, eh?

EH???

Wow, Rotifer. How are you able to keep track of all this stuff? Are you sure you aren’t Teresa?

12 lame years of Frog Applause. That is fingerdingering amazing!

I am awash in lameness and dogberryisms on this auspicious suspicious day! Happy being born day Frog Applause! Here, pull my finger.

Little tin foil finger puppets going to the foilet is nothing to sneeze at in a time vortex.

I am constitutionally unable to serve soiled anything. I know that’s a lame excuse when one wealy needs to use the foodwabit foilet, but life is a swirly-gig made up of those little challenges! Wealy, it is!

When you flush there is an up whoosh of nano droplets invisible to the unaided eye.

Sorry, I mist that.

ICEEEE, said a blind man as he picked with his hammer and threw saw dust…dust we are and dust we shall return.. Catch 22…threw throw thorough..

A well-earned day off. Thanks for everything, Teresa.

Hmmm, was there too much Frog Juice consumed at the bath mat factory office party last night?

Cue the Jeopardy theme song ( or is that queue …?) ….

Another blown attempt to establish a swirly prank..

I fear that we failed to decode this one and the strip won’t continue until we do.

Have we met?