Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for August 04, 2010

I hate when someone steals things through your vava….

What a pleasure to see Long Legged Girl again.

http://tinyurl.com/FAvava

Sounds like Gaga would be a perfect match for that dude in Dr. Strangelove who sleeps with women but denies them his essence.

Headline spied on the cover of Cosmopolitan a few months ago:

“Love Advice Only Gaga Would Give.”

“Lady Gaga” is crazy. –Like a fox, as they say. And, as has been observed by others, is attaining notoriety and wealth by repeating Madonna’s career.

Vava voom!

I believe this is my first time seeing Long Legged Girl… and I think I love her.

Lady Gaga? She’s ugly and her mom dresses her funny.

What about your birthday?

So if I was performing oral sex during the World Cup, I would be playing a vava-zela?

I see that the comments can only go downhill from here. Where are Rotifer and Flight Suit when you need them???

Here’s my unsolicited advice to Lady Gaga (only Teresa (with a push from locoowl) could have lured me into writing those two names in succession):

Boink now while your vava is still eminently boinkable and worry about creativity later.

(Oh no. Bobby Hebb died. I feel old)

This comic offends my puritan interests. I will continue to monitor it daily for further self abuse, I mean abuse. Oh, you know what I mean. Long legged beauties with their skirts barely reaching their—gotta go.

Good to know.

comments have to start out uphill in order to go downhill….

unless you mean like falling into a pit going downhill

Re: Timmy and Lassie explanation of the cartoon: I’m not sure Lassie is really okay. After all, she was a girl masquerading as a boy. I’m sure the comics code would consider that a sexual perversion!

Hugh B. Hayve said, So if I was performing oral sex during the World Cup, I would be playing a vava-zela?

Only if it made enough noise to annoy people.

and , if you performed oral sex while playing an accordion during the world cup you would probably be rooting (ha ha) for the french team

ushindi! you made the blog! —- now I will be extra EXtra vigilent to make shure tearesa don’t spel bad so maybe I can be one of the selek fue! of course another way to make the blog would be to pull a doty on her, but as you were fearful to avoid, look what happened to HIM! the moral of that story is very clear.

DON”T piss Teresa off to the point her vava vibrates…. then you will be in deep do-do!

First, nighthawks sets the bar low. Then, he finds a weasel wallow* and crawls under the bar. Well played, sir. Well played.

(* I don’t know if weasels actually wallow. I just like to say “weasel.”)

Okay - this is my LCOD - I’ve got work to do.

Teresa - You can’t just say “Dorothy Dell - Died at 19 - More here.” The woman was Miss New Orleans (that’s MISS NEW ORLEANS and not, forcryin’outloud, Miss Peoria) in 1930, entitling her to attend The International Pageant of Pulchritude where she became Miss Universe (apparently, back then the euphemism for vava was pulchritude). Anyway, the newly formed VDL (Vava Defense League) just thought this cried out for something more than “More here.”

Lassie has learned: It’s not bestiality if the dog loves you…

Speaking of music videos by tawdry young tarts, check out the video by Katy Perry “Califonia Gurls”. I think it is right down Teresas’ alley, overflowing with innuendo. The ending kills me when she shoots whipped cream out of her ta-ta’s.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwE-SLnLkqY

I actually plan to introduce creativity to your vava.

Wow… it’s not even noon where I am, and just look at this comments thread!

Very fired-up crowd this fine morning… good job, Teresa!

I don’t know from which bleeep it left, but her talent most definitely drained out one of them.

I’d always heard that Lassie was played by a male dog…

I’d always heard that Alf was operated by a female puppeteer …

Actually, Lassie was a boy dog impersonating a female.

Didn’t mean to get st2 so tired - we’re going to rest now, people, then I’m going to send for Pastor Robert C. Davis’ book and hope for the cure.

(Don’t worry, nighthawks, I’m staying far away from Teresa. I wouldn’t do well in Tulsa…)

Too late.