Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for August 26, 2023

If you play it right, you can convince them that they all want to have one, too.

Goodyear skidmarks, followed by the cheaper but no less fun Coopers!

I want the artist to make clear what sort of skidmarks we are talking about. The pictured white shorts are suggestive.

When you fall from a tightrope the wrong way, skidmarks are difficult to avoid.

my favorite part of this is ‘co-workers’…

People believe what they want to believe. He could always say he grew out of it before really growing into it.

Downey®was helping in fact for jack softener on a one way track. Charmin ® Whipple Post Honey Nut® Sears™ washer and dryer, Mr Tee suckered.

The Seam’s in a Fairytale Crack, Please Come To Boston, in the Spring Time.

Dave Logins

Because I’m The No. One Fan of the Man, From Tennessee.

It was not true, a sort of sword truce, all wrapped up like a deuce. Acey Dueshie brand Eve cleaner when diner includes tuning fish. Billy Joel a canned ham and sliced bread too. Piano The Man.

Even if you don’t have a fetish, if others think you do, you can develop it. They’re always elbowing you in the ribs, saying, “Hey, look at that skid mark! Pretty nice, huh?” and they’d ask you to compare one to the other, and bringing them up in casual conversation, etc. Pretty soon they’re on your mind and…there you have it!

Trade u strait up.

Victoria Secret’s.

When the head of state affairs is a loose bounty binder.

Joe Biden

I’ve dated women who were in such a hurry to get away from me they left skidmarks, but I don’t we’re talking about the same kind of skidmarks.*

* But wouldn’t it be funny if we were!

Kay Sa rah Sa rah

A blak mole on a Watergate scandal.

…that was not why I was smelling them!…

…tire tracks across your back…

…I’ve seen you had your fun…

…at work one time I had to pee sooo badly before I could actually use the restroom…

…that I couldn’t stop myself from tooting while I was draining the jragon…

….ppprrfumpf!…

…I had to wait for the john to be free to examine the un-happy happenstance…

…¡%^&$! white work uniform pants!…

…not to mention having to throw away my old red Hanes undies…

…without taking off both of my workbooks in the stall…

…decided to use my dull red Swiss army blade…

…it was a bite trying to cut through the waistband…

… finally, I flushed…

…dipped the cheapest flimsiest tp into the hopefully cleaner water and washed my bottom…

…flushed again…

…dampened the same roll of almost air toilet paper and scrubbed off what skidmarks on the inside of my drawers that I could…

…tapped & dried out what I could…

…and boldly went where no man had gone before…

…back to work for the last three hours of my day…

…

…I poured the guy another double shot of Jamesons…

…as a bartender I thought I’ve heard it all…

…having a sweatshirt tied about his waist flopping over his bottom completed the picture…

…he downed the double/slammed the glass …

…left two golden dollar coins as a tip…

…“Thanks,” he said, stood up and left…

…as I wiped the counter as he left I said…

…No problem, Skidster…

…put the coins in my pocket…

…no problem at all…

He could have made skid marks in his car ya know!

Doing doughnuts in the parking lot and he got the sh¡t scared out of him

No one knows for sure, but his mother always told him to wear clean underwear in case there was an “accident”!

could be worse

What got the co-workers grossip (sic) going was his Hershey Bar diet, “spotted” in the break room …!

His co-workers had launched a smear campaign. (I’m so sorry)

Caught in the neighbors’ laundry basket again.

Big Gulp©… of Mexico. Seen at Seven Eleven©…

We Built This City On Rock and Roll.

By Starship

Missing Link.

Up in Smoke by Cheech and Chong

Well how do you know it’s not true, if you never even gave it a chance?

Sad, but true. Skidmark fetishism flourishes in plain sight for all to see and scorn and deprecate. Besmirched bottoms are an endless amusement to some borderline coprophiles.

And, yet, maybe that is not what Sister had in mind, at all. Nonetheveryless, parading around in one’s tighty (and more or less) whiteys is not recommended Business Protocol….

Talk about the walk of shame.

The ends of your sentences always delightfully surprise me.

It’s good to know your skid marks from your Hershey highway from your turkey tracks.