Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for June 15, 2019

Fabric softener – for when you need to stop your socks from humping your pant legs.

George Harrison’s rejected lyrics-

Now I’m stepping into this old brown sock

Baby, you know love’s a crock

I’m so glad you came here, it won’t be the same now

Fluffy socks rock!

♥ You complete my feet! ♥

LOOKING FOR SEWNARE SOCKS OR SONAR SOULS…

My wife is a supreme sock knitter. She loves finishing the second sock.

…. aaaaah black socks and brown shoes… black souls and brown noses..

Contrary to myth and legend, a soul mate is fleeting thing. You can treasure a pair of matching socks forever, defined as until the heel wears out.

Might as well gump

Go ahead an’ gump

Sock it to me Teresa …!

the length of each sock is determined by just one foot

… sock it to me sock it to me sock it to me…

… when I was a tweenager my soul mate was a sock…

… Lambchop- you dirty birds…

… those are weird but comfy looking socks…

… camping by a creek is creepy…

… I keep listening to the babbling brook…

… no, wait…

… that’s Joe Biden on the Tv…

…’Everybody’s talkin’ ‘bout a new way of walkin’…

…everything you wanted to know about sock but was afraid to ask…

… soulmates doesn’t always mean your happy…

…but that Yinz rather be miserable with them then happy with anyone else…

Dear FA friends of Rotifer Thalweg

 

I have more sad news about Rotifer. 9 years ago his pasta addiction got the better of him and we had to send him to an overseas “camp” to dry out. The treatment he received involved sheep testicles.

 

He has relapsed several times since, almost always the result of that hussy Teresa posting pasta-related cartoons (she does this on purpose).

 

Well, she did it again on Thursday with the Chef Boyardee reference. That triggered poor Rotty’s memory and sent him on a Lasagna, Manicotti, Cheese Ravioli, Fettuccine Alfredo, Chicken Alfredo, Tortellini, and Spaghetti bender. We had to have another intervention, and he’s agreed to go to “camp” (yet again) at an undisclosed location in Idaho that specializes in the treatment of pasta-related dependencies with massive amounts of whitewater, gin, vodka, red wine and gruel.

 

If all goes well he’ll be back in two weeks.

 

Sincerely,

 

Rotifer’s Mother

You sound like you’re in jail. Some kind of confinement. Try barefootin’. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTevhu1ndQM

A few years ago I felt the need to wear socks to bed in the winter. I have taken to wearing them to bed all throughout the year. I found Acorn fleece socks on sale from several catalogs for ridiculously low prices. I bought them one size larger to allow for an underlayer if needed. This last winter, our first in our new home, about 1000 miles north of our old home, I needed that layer. The Mrs. being a ginger has worn socks to bed for years. We like it cool at night but we don’t like cold floors at anytime. And they make great socks for your Sorels or Wellies if you want to be lazy and not change out before you put the boots on.

Being male I have s simple solution. A drawer full of identical socks.

This is likely to be true only in the case that you are an untidy, disorganized person. I am reluctant to believe that of Sister Teresa. She wouldn’t fib to us, would she?

Really interesting art today!

Buy all the same color an that problem vanishes.