Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for March 30, 2010

Something is really fishy about this comic….

Catch and release! Well, of course. We must be fish-friendly! And those guys are definitely fishy….

I thank thee for the Bull, O God! Whene’er a steak I eat. The working of his Mammoth Cod Is what gives us our meat.

And for the Ram a word of praise! He with his Mammoth Cod Foundation for our mutton lays With every vigorous prod.

And then the Boar, who, at his work, His hind hoofs fixed in sod Contented, packs the Embryo Pork All with his Mammoth Cod.

Of beasts, man is the only one Created by our god Who purposely and for mere fun Plays with his Mammoth Cod!

– Mark Twain (ca 1902)

There’s a side of ol’ Mark that I never knew… Good to see you, Runar.

Didn’t he write this spoofing a bunch of millionaires who called themselves the “Mammoth Cod”.

From the introductory note to The Mammoth Cod (1976, Maledicta Press, Milwaukee WI):

A party of gentlemen in the East, who were particularly fond of codfishing, formed a club called “The Mammoth Cods”. Nasby [sic] writes his regrets at not being able to be present with them on an excursion as follows:

Twain further writes: “I do not understand the meaning of the title of your Association, but I presume it expresses a peculiar quality ooin the membership – that is to say, I presume it is an organization made up of gentlemen whom mistaken nature has endowed with private organs of a size superior to common mortals.”

Of the poem, he writes, “I intended it for the Sunday Schools and when sung by hundreds of sweet, guileless children, it produces a very pretty effect.”

Dearest T, the most famous rogue recording is: “Frozen Peas” by Orson Welles.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frozen_Peas

Negativland has a piece done with this and a gem of Casey Kasem swearing up a storm in between takes. They also have a great one of Colonel Sanders blowing a 10-word phrase over and over again.

But “Frozen Peas” is the king.

Monty?, Is that you?

The measuring is a pretty thankless job. And boring today.

poetry, huh?…. ok There once was a man from Nantucket Who kept all his cash in a bucket. But his daughter, named Nan, Ran away with a man And as for the bucket, Nantucket.

Alligator? Whale penises? 6 naked men with their cods dangling about?

Have the women been writing in with accusations of sexism?

He followed the pair to Pawtucket Nan, the man and the bucket. Paw said to Nan, “I don’t care ‘bout the man” But as for the bucket, Pawtucket.

So this is how the term codpiece originated?

So Belushi’s motivation for yelling “Gator!” was artistry and not depravity?

I for one am appalled.

That there aren’t more than 15 comments. Keep ‘em coming…the laughs are helping clear up my lungs better than Mucinex

How dare Teresa show my privates on her blog– BOTH OF THEM!!!

OK. I think I’ve been poisoned enough today, thanx.

Even with Tatar sauce, I’m not interested.

Here’s a good one for flagging:

“There was a young lady named Alice, who used TNT for a phallus. They found her vagina in North Carolina and her a*s a mile south of Dallas…”

Since my first comment may not last, I would just like to mention to shytimes2 that, unless she is the TENTH girl, she should probably do the “armhole” test tonight.

Thanks, Runar.

And as for the crow, it’s Aces with me.

Shytimes2: Maybe it’s a pickle and he’s glad to see you.

Virna Lisi, my hands are shaking and it’s getting hotter.

You should have seen the ones that got away.