Lunch lady

Yeah, yeah-- happy hollandaise. More rubber gravy? Free

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened?" he thought. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dark weather....

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  1. 6 days ago on Frog Applause

    … plus Ma’s and Pa’s Kettle equals…

  2. 6 days ago on Frog Applause

    We Mahavishnu an Orchestra and a happy Mannheim Steamroller!

  3. 6 days ago on Frog Applause

    Christmas bunny’s sock-hop clock?

  4. 6 days ago on Frog Applause

    How long? Until QuarryCo & RockCorp installs lunchbox checkers and vacuums workers for dust and chips as they leave work?

  5. 6 days ago on Frog Applause

    It’s a light day, so it’s time to try to figure out if it’s better or worse to have them handed down from Mammy Yokum, Mary Worth, or Olive Oyl.

  6. 6 days ago on Frog Applause

    Now, to find some tinhorn to shine up a brassy patina on this for us…

  7. 6 days ago on Frog Applause

    Anchovies for toppings are one thing, but the line is hereby drawn at Rama Llama Ding Dongs.

    — National Association of Pizza Reviewers yearly notice in Pump-Meat & Think-Meat Attack Annual

  8. 7 days ago on Frog Applause

    Chop-chop?!

  9. 7 days ago on Frog Applause

    I’m still bring up arrears here, too.

  10. 7 days ago on Frog Applause

    A-I noted an uptick in searches for holiday jewelry, “F-stone” and “humans riding dinosaurs” — then herded them all here in its initial test of lower species sentience and control.