Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for July 22, 2022

Oh, pooh!

You’re in. Have you seen Uranus?

Peter’s putrid piddle puddle?

I guess that means urine trouble.

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Number one step attempt to urinate our puddle facilities. Get a grip man and shake the shame away.

How deep is it?  Is it still warm?  Inquiring minds want to know.

It’s never really yours, once you have set it free. That is why they say say ex marks the spot. But, if it comes back to you, then . . . then it is indeed yours.

Then why are you standing in it? Urine trouble now!

Galosh, galosh, galosh.

…Gogo, was a reverse werewolf dog…

…every new moon he turned into old George from accounting…

… Rex, just a plain regular mutt…er…designer dog…

…did not care for Gojo as old George…

…old George would rub Rex’s chin and pat Rex’s head…

…but he never gave him/Rex a Scooby snack…

…

…so Rex planned his revenge…

…alas…

…things didn’t go well…

…it seems Mr. Rotifer needed old George to push the numbers…

…and poor Rex ended up chained up in the back of the Froglandia Bath Mat Factory’s storage area…

I was just finished with breakfast when she sat down across the table. It all seemed familiar somehow. A warm feeling began to rise from the soles of my feet, like I was in a rising pool of blood-warm liquid. Just out of curiosity, I looked at the ground. There was nothing, of course. It just seemed like there was. I’m not an expert in psychology, but I got the feeling that this was a sign that I was being warned about something. Or that I was suffering a neurological event of some sort. It really wasn’t clear, at the moment, which. I just assumed the former was the one to bet on. If it was the latter, there was nothing to be done about it. And it’s always good to be on guard in a changing situation. I couldn’t see the coal mine. All I could do was wait for the canary to sing.

This fellow has that Harry Truman look about him …

“The urine stops here” guy …!

That’s not urine, that’s Mayan, and the curse of the soggy socks. You are doomed! Well, not doomed, really. It’s more of an inconvenience. I would recommend wearing only flip flops from now on, and a steady diet of pickle juice and stuffed olives, to ward off the evil spirits. You might think about returning the idol you stole, also.

I see he’s been to some of the same pub restrooms that I have.

Ugly tie.

If a mime falls in the forest does it make a sound?

Old Men sometimes get Strange Ideas. Speaking as one myself, I try to avoid puddles of any kind, most especially those of bodily excretions….

Nowadays you can buy adult diapers in any drugstore. It’s better than the alternative.