Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for September 02, 2017

One more mouth to feed. One more moustache to store morsels of food.

Put the stick in your sense of humor and stir.

While studying under the Pervy Sage, Naruto learned to spin up manifested chakra in more one direction at a time. Unlike his master, he needed to use shadow clones to accomplish this, each of them applying their own spin to it.

Jaraiya, the Sage of Toad Mountain, was able to do this with a single will applied.

D’jiarrhea, the Sage of Frog Mountain, could actually look two ways at once!

http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/end-of-the-stick.html

He needs a Janus stick to go with that Janus face.

There are fields of knowledge being demonstrated here today that I am totally outside of. Looking in. Wondering Do I delve? And Do I delve?

Y’all stop it. You’re just encouraging Her.

If he wasn’t blocking the pipe they would not shove him with the stick.

If the stick is properly applied, the carrot isn’t required.

As part of his punishment, he was required to gather refuse from public streets while people were allowed to poke him with sticks.

It was not a particularly just, or effective, form of rehabilitation.

But it was a fetish of the magistrate delivering it.

If only there had been some way of working the gag and rubber suit into the sentence…

Without a bit of a curve at the end of that thing, it will be good as neither back scratcher nor atlatl.

Life is a crap shot on a stick. Only don’t crap out so easily, Mama still needs a new pair of shoes!

The wineo still needs box cars!

He seems to be giving you the stank eye too..

A stick isn’t the right thing to use to plunge a toilet..

See, kids? That’s what over-rapid head-swivelling will do to you! Mark my words!

And did you know that in the public multi-seat latrines of ancient Rome, in lieu of toilet paper, a sponge fastened at the end of a stick and dipped in running gutter-water was used for personal hygiene?

There’s your “stinky end of the stick”!

Now, don’t be Two-Faced about it! ’T’ain’t lame-taint. Maybe scented lemon-lime….

When I look up to the sky

I see your eyes, a funny kind of yellow

I rush home to bed, I sunk my head

I see your face underneath my pillow

I wake next morning, tired still yawning

See your face come peeking through my window

- Status Quo; Pictures of Match Stick Men