Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for October 30, 2019

This / sh*t

Where’s the food? It’s hard to sh*t when you don’t eat.

This guy sh*ts a lot… in bed, while standing, while sitting. Are we to assume that every life activity of his man involves sh*tting?

This is Mr. Hanky’s more reserved cousin. A poo who wears shoes.

Ooooh $HIT!

One of those slices of life where you feel the full weight of eschatology.

I’m familiar with Dr. Sleep and The Stand, but the last one escapes me!

Dear Teresa

It was wholly a pleasure to read today’s edition of Frog Applause™. It called to mind the helpful bowel and toilet advice (something about squatting) proffered many years ago on that delightful Frog Blog before its demise (sniff – where’s my handkerchief).

Sincerely,

Rotifer’s Mother

P.S. Rotifer is still in the GoComics’ doghouse (and he is “high p***ed” that the phrase “high p***ed” made the Overlords so “high p***ed” that they apparently shadow banned him).

Opiates will constipate you. There is a passage in the William Burroughs book Junkie where he has to put his finger up his behind to pull out the hard balls.

Why do you poo me like you do do-do …

Why do you poo me like you do-do …?

(P.S. – I notice a heavy use of ass-terisks today)

Elegant sh*ts.

A little timing. A little luck. A little time and effort. And I’m out in the crowd watching the building go up. The sprinklers and other suppression mechanisms have been disabled. Nobody is putting the damper on this party. I’ve got everything I need to replicate my essential self in an endless series of healthy young bodies and live forever, like a baton in a relay race moving along as it burns out runners. I turn to walk away. But I twist and fold and fall down on the sidewalk. A pair of heavy boots plant themselves in front of my face and hands lift me onto a stretcher and carry me away as I drift into darkness.

good evening everyone, will you now please take your (s)eat / sh*t

Frog Applause blew a gasket.

Looks to be a used seal.

Is this a slice of life? Depends!

No matter how you slice it, today’s FA is full of sh*t….

I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry or just not give a crap….

Elvis was sitting on the toilet, straining very hard to have a bowel movement — a maneuver that put a great amount of pressure on his heart and aorta. Thus, he likely died of a massive heart attack and keeled over onto the floor.Aug 16, 2018

I’d like a slice of sh*t, please.

With no particular order how can we tell which is turd time lucky?