Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for September 21, 2016

Ronald McDonald Trump’s slap pap pappy place…

Try ’em? After you sat on ’em and tooted. No thanks.

They’re kept warm and fresh, tucked away in each armpit..

“Don’t wanna.” “Must we?” “I hafta go to the little boys’ room…” “Oh, God, why do you punish me so?”

@Meh. I know the hamdog isn’t 19 cents.

According to an article about the hamdog, it was first (and unsuccessfully, I believe) pitched to The Shark Tank people. Ha! So much for those geniuses. As for me, I’d prefer to order my hot dog and hamburger separately. Can you image the mess when everything starts to slide or the bun tears.

No thanks. I’ll go over to Burger King. I hear they have a Whooper of a meal!

I’m going to stay home and make chili.

Would you like fries with that?

@bill thompson. I remember you and a few others enjoying historical topics. I do as well.….The mysterious lynching of Frank Little: activist who fought inequality and lostThe ‘hobo agitator’ was killed in Montana in 1917 – a century later the question remains: who killed him and did it help pave the way for Donald Trump?…https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2016/sep/21/mysterious-lynching-of-frank-little-equality-activist?CMP=twt_gu

I must confess, as a person of Scottish/Irish descent, I cringe every time I see the McDonald logo. However… it is the ultimate American success story…

The McDonald family moved from Manchester, New Hampshire to Hollywood in the late 1930s, where brothers Richard and Maurice McDonald began working as set movers and handymen at Motion-Picture studios. In 1937, their father Patrick McDonald opened “The Airdrome”, a food stand, on Huntington Drive (Route 66) near the Monrovia Airport in Monrovia, California with Hot dogs being one of the first item sold. Hamburgers were later added to the menu at a cost of ten cents with all-you-can-drink orange juice at five cents. In 1940, Maurice and Richard (“Mac” and “Dick”) moved the entire building 40 miles (64 km) east, to West 19th and 1398 North E Streets in San Bernardino, California. The restaurant was renamed “McDonald’s Bar-B-Que” and had twenty-five menu items, mostly barbecue.

In October 1948, after the McDonald brothers realized that most of their profits came from selling hamburgers, they closed down their successful carhop drive-in to establish a streamlined system with a simple menu which consisted of only hamburgers, cheeseburgers, potato chips, coffee, soft drinks, and apple pie.5 After the first year, potato chips and pie were swapped out for french fries and milkshakes. The carhops were eliminated, making the new restaurant a self-service operation. Richard and Maurice took great care in setting up their kitchen like an assembly line to ensure maximum efficiency. The restaurant’s name was changed again, this time to simply “McDonald’s,” and reopened on December 12, 1948.

Of course, then Ray Kroc came along and… well, today you can see the results.

I was learning to walk now ??I have to buy a whole meal for 2$

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“So then Custer says to me. ‘Best 2 outta 3?’”

Still only worth about 19¢.

Started out at 15 cents I think.

When I was growing up in the late 60s, our local drive-in was the “19¢ Burger” by name. (It was bought out by a local chain and renamed before the prices ever changed).

What is this I read? The Frog Blog is back? I never got the chance to go there.

@Happy. I don’t care if those are burgers or oatmeal cookies. I’m pretending they’re burgers.

It was lean, and dry. So much so that it survived being buried alive in the effluvium on the floor in the back seat. Survived may be the wrong word, though. It looked pretty much the same, but there was little resemblance between what I found in the litter on the car’s floor and something edible. Between the lack of fats and the addition of salt, it could possibly still have been edible. Not that anybody would try. Even the fries were pretty much untouched by time, protected by salt and their flash-fried crust. And I thought to myself, If I were living in this same place five hundred years ago, this wouldn’t be that much different from anything I might be eating in an ordinary February. So, I threw it away.

Where is 3hourtour? I hope he didn’t take a short boat trip.

Extra Pickle Please!!!

Look how those poor captives are being tortured! And made to pay (19 cents) for the privilege! That’s White Privilege with a real bite….