Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for September 25, 2018

Seconds Peez.

I don’t know how I feel about this comic yet, which probably means that I will like it more than I am prepared to.

2 peas and a pod … but no eye-pod … vegetarian code ? Who nose…?

A bold face and the spirit of peas.

Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas marinating in the snot, up my nose!

Give peas a chance.

Poor Agatha fell asleep at the pea-pickin’ party.

Qs are carefully yet artfully hidden.

“I like peas”, she snapped.

The Operation game didn’t have the real life ER Beans in the Nose.

The Exorcist prequel?

Snail caviar, explained?

This Comic Not Work, early discarded version?

I haven’t had a pea in weeks.

Look out, there’s going to be a flood!

Parker Brothers, P&P Monopoly.

Take a breath off, and the breath out.

Whirled peas: https://youtu.be/g-BP14JrgLM

Literally.

Sister Teresa Epeascapo shows the class how to go green.

MOMA brainstorms possible titles for this work:

Medidation on the Oppression of Muslim Woman

Face Transplant with Peas

You Call That Art? My Five Year Old Draws Better Than This – Now Stop Pushing Them Around On Your Plate And Eat Your Dinner

I dreamed I really had to pea.

Somehow, this strikes me as thinly sliced luncheon meat. Could it have anything to do with the missing baloney plug? I remember biting holes in my baloney (that’s what she said!) to make a face, and using condiments to complete the face, and then devouring my luncheon grub effigy with ribald abandon. No chance for peas in that senario. The luncheon meat portrait above is probably the childhood work of Nicolas Cage, and was the inspiration for his movie Face Off. No chance for peas in that senario either, and certainly no golden globes (that’s what she said!). The thing behind the meat portrait looks like a flattened coffee filter. Is this some kind of foodie decoupage? So first world T. Can it be considered a portrait, though, with no eye peas? If the eyes are the window to the soul, then surely this is a commentary on the futility of spouting whirled peas without acting in kind. So deep Teresa, so lame.

Y’know the thing about the lame, they’s got… lifeless peas, black eyed peas, like a Seraphina of Cornhampton and Wallingford’s peas. When they comes at ya, don’t seem to be livin’… until they bites ya.

A voice says, “I’m not armed. Please do not shoot me.” I look around. There is a guy standing by the staircase. I know he wasn’t there a minute ago. There were just the three of us. He’s got his hands out, empty, to the side and forward, palms up. It’s the other pea in Flipper’s pod, the Shadow. Great. Now I’m one of six people who has ever seen him and isn’t dead yet. But I’ve still got a friend, and Kelly has hers in hand as well. I don’t care what his deal is. I don’t think he can take out two armed people with eyes on. But I’m not going to relax just yet. I’m still aware that I was shot a minute ago, even if I haven’t gone down yet and don’t seem to be bleeding. “You must be the Shadow, the famed assassin who nobody ever sees coming and the law can’t touch. I’m really not in the market for more trouble. If you’re feeling helpful, how about you call the cops for me?”

@coltish1

Tennessee Ernie Ford warned me there’d be days like peas.

Some things are just not meant to pea..

Pea pervert fetish art.

When I was a child I hated peas. At the dinner table I would slip them into my pocket and dump them outside. My parents got hip and watched me and I learned that I could swallow peas without chewing them. That talent came in handy when drugs came in vogue.

Yuck, green teeth. Brush, floss, paint.

Better peas than corn.

Petey Otterloop (My Hero!) would emphatically disapprove!

Besides, didn’t Mom always say, “Don’t play with your food”? (Usually soon followed by, “Think of the starving masses in India.”)

And, artistically, it is a rather Brute use of mashed potatoes, gravy, and peas. I’d give it a 6.5 on the Lame-ometer. I’ve always been regarded as a tough grader….