Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for September 26, 2024

Did the evil spirits escape, or was it all for naught?

I wish I had a lap piglet.

Of course you’re unhappy. You needed that like you need a hole in the head!

Nailed it, so to speak.

… I will hear no more negative conversations about the surgeons at Froglandia’s, Hospital, Saint Ribbits…

…drill, baby drill…

…now with free blood letting…

…if she had ½ a brain she’d be dangerous…

…must had just watched watched Mark Robinson speak…

… skulduggery…

there, I said it…

…and that children is why we don’t pick our noses…

…“They had become park bench mutations…

…they have given all they had for something new.”…

…vote Pedro…

The Comfort Pig doesn’t know whether to Moo or Oink. This talk of pans makes it nervous and discomfited. Will the Butcher come for it?

Does that refer to the movements coming from the tall-eared one on your lap or your own gut behind it?!

in whatever case, getting out some newspaper toilet roll or whatever you might use to clean up cats may leave behind it when they vomit could be the very best of ideas!!!

Trepanning her stream of consciousness for the odd flake. I been a miner for a heart of gold.

Oh, if you were trepanned, you would know it all the way down to your little oinker!

I think we’ve all felt trepanned at one time or another. Then, we look up the word and realize that’s not at all how we feel.

Tank U…

Ouch. I hope that’s not indicative of a blinding headache…

Cute little piggie. Are you going to have bacon?

Like when you think you’re running against one candidate, and they suddenly change it up.

Hey kids, it’s Trepanation Nations’ “Keep An Open Mind Week”!

Never let them catch you to get trepanned! Run!

I hear you. I got panned for lame comments.

Piggyback ribs…

Luv me tender, Luv me well done…

Slathered in BBQ sauce.

Pulled pork little finger on bunny.

Dick Tracey smoo mu.

In the good old days, if she were bipolar, she might just have another hole in her head …!

That’s the portal where the subliminal poetry seeps in.

Nah… you’re okay….

It’s so refreshing. Always gives me a new perspective.

…yeah, I saw the new Matlock, too…

…it was almost as bad as the political ads …

…Everywhere there’s lots of piggiesLiving piggy lives…

…You can see them out for dinnerWith their piggy wives…

…Clutching forks and knives to eat the bacon…

…With your head down in the pig bin…

…Saying ‘Keep on digging’…

…Pig stain on your fat chin…

…What do you hope to findDown in the pig mine?…

…Guyute was the ugly pig…

…Who walked on me and danced a jig…

…That he had learned when he was six…

…Then stopped and did some other tricks…

…

Oh, what a relief it is (to have an extra hole in your head)! BTW, there are known examples of survivors of ancient trepanning….

Extra, Extra, read all about it, skull whole is missing and leaking all about.

Princess Tsunade and Tonton. Shizune cannot be far away. Shippuden means Hurricane.

Back when I frequented “News of the Weird” (20+ years ago), a website with lots of posters and commenters, I had an account with the name “TrepanningForGold”. I just now learned that that is more recently the name of a song that multiple bands have performed.

Wake up to a catcher’s cup bullet thrown by Roger Clemons at 100 mph and bullseye to the crotch.

Oh ya Casey up to bat.

Enjoy it while you can.

I’m about trepanned out …!

( doctor, doctor … give me the news )

Look Mom brain Cavity.

A feeling we will go a feeling we will go high ho the Dario a feeling we will go.

Froggy Froggy don’t go away, come again to play another day…

The electronic sign in front of Teresa of Calcutta Parish gives the local food pantry hours today.