Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for March 22, 2010

Tell it to the judge, pervo!

Poor boy. It’s all very confusing, isn’t it?

What a woman says is not always what you understand. Understand? Wait 20 years: you’ll be even more perplexed!

I had a guy friend tell me: Once you get a good dose of cooties; you’re hooked.

Learn to take your medicine, Kiddo.

That’s some basket weaving class on the blog.

“Son, someday you’ll understand women.” Why did Dad lie?

Bart Simpson was ahead of his time.*

I beginnin of the transition to manhood.

Don’t worry, kid, you will never understand them. That is part of the mystique!

That’s why you always act on impulse when it comes to making moves like that, kid.

The blog is very sexual today… did anyone else notice, or am I just a typical man? Those gifts from the sea? I’ll take a dozen… oh - and I’ll shuck’em myself.

Was that Barbara who kissed you, son? Don’t worry - she’s just a deviant who can’t spell.

(Jeez, I keep thinking about oysters…)

BTW, when the “balloon” typo I reported was fixed, I didn’t notice Teresa bringing out her whipping boy - is her heart starting to soften?

And then there was light… IS RIGHT!

Teresa, cut it out! I’m weak!

Bristow, those oysters are so very delicious.

Ushindi, we could go to the dark side. Or is that the same thing? “Fiat lux.”

A very serious question: If gnomes saw the light would we share it with them?