Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for August 21, 2022

There’s a difference?

AND chicken tacos. AND.

Getting laid

He needs to rub the big machine!

Look up in the sky, it’s smarty art, mo it’s phony art, Larry it’s smart phone art.

How romantic. Says it better than a Hallmark card.

The Seinfeld episode where George decides not to think about sweet, sweet love any more.

…you had me at tacos…

Women are from Venus and men are from Uranus!

Made from tacocat.

Check out Taco Cart Guy on today’s La Cucaracha comic.

Is that Susan and Lemont at the top of that building?

Someone’s hungry ….

Teresa’s been eavesdropping at my house, again!

life is like a taco, which eventually falls apart

boo, hiss.

The 3rd panel would be better without the comma.

The name of their apartment building is Rerun Fun. Living there must be a Groundhog Day nightmare, though I guess if you made sweet sweet love tacos everyday, it wouldn’t be too bad. Come to me, my little hot tamale chickie.

I’m a terrible cook and a terrible lover. You’d be better served if we just went to a tacqueria.

I’m not implying the tacquereador will make love to you, just to be clear.

Satan gave me a taco

And it made me really sick

The chicken was all raw

And the grease was mighty thick

The rice was all rancid

And the beans were so hard

I was getting kinda dizzy

Eatin’ all the lard

There was aphids on the lettuce

And I ate every one

And after I was done

The salsa melted off my tongue

Pieces of tortilla

Got stuck in my throat

And the stains on my clothes

Burned a hole through my coat

My stomach was a’tremblin’

And I broke out in a rash

I was so dry and thirsty

And I didn’t have no cash

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Satan Gave Me a Taco – Song by Beck

Somewhere, downtown, in a yellow-brick highrise apartment….

The weekend menu is created. The food menu, that is. Will sweet, sweet love follow consumption of chicken tacos? Who knows? Maybe the Batman-narrator who opened for us knows….