Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for October 16, 2024

Sounds like the notional anthem.

NOT A FAN OF SCATOLOGICAL HUMOR

Gubmint mull?

Le pétomule…

For most creatures it would simply be NO. 2 This one must be fearsome indeed.

…Us Democrats don’t find this the least bit funny…

… we find it outrageously hilarious…

… we have the capacity to laugh at ourselves and find a joy in us…

…and others…

…farting out Smoke On The Water…

…and no longer smoking …

…but eating gummies…

…(not me, though…

…they still drug test atvwork)…

…on the other hand we find it funny that the other guy…

…didnt pay for the bus rides home…

…so his loving fans had to walk 5 miles back to their cars…

…in the desert at night…

…and at another rally he just played pre-recorded music for the last ½ hour…

…and his fans still love ‘em…

…now, that’s funny …

…but we won’t go down that donkey hole…

Got anything for Untied Stats Government?

I detect an underlying image. Therein lies the truth. Still, who doesn’t love a singing a$s?

Gives new meaning to the phrase, “horse’s a$$.”

To paraphrase:

We’re gonna give you our love

Want to hole lotta love …!

( laying out some led zep lame )

S.U.G.

Today’s Senryū du Jour:

These days, one’s daily

constitutional can be

misinterpreted.

bean burritt’o noteworthy

uh-oh. political cartoon police are lurking

That is a beautiful hole, and donkey is filling its cavernous expanse with his own cavernous expulsion. No doubt a song about extolling the virtuousness of lame. I think I’ll sing along. Have a plumage filled day!

I see he has been eating beans – the musical fruit.

Pooping into it.

I was feeling so uninspired, like black hole in the sky uninspired. I couldn’t come up with a bath mat design that would please the Crafts Room Overlords. Everything I thought of was a massive brain fart, or worse. Worst of all, I couldn’t use any trans-dimensional abilities to defeat my situation. Dr. Buttchin’s X-Menerator was still a work in progress. It was developed to a point where the abilities it conferred could be maintained long enough that there seemed to be no time limit at all. But the trade-off was that you could only have one ability. If you added one, it overwrote whatever one you already had. They didn’t stack. I was using a telekinetic ability. But it wasn’t the Sue Storm telekinesis, so I didn’t have any invisibility or force field supplements. So I couldn’t sneak out and root around for ideas. And telekinesis wasn’t really helpful in brainstorming bath mat ideas. I could feel the lack of inspiration sucking me down into the darkness. Aaugh! Pumpkins, leaves turning, black cats. Something had to work.

Jackas.s and Jill went up the hill to take a dump of water Jackas.s fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after.

Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.

Two states definitely not united (although both were the Union): Michigan and Ohio. I’m referring of course to the Toledo War. Lots of umbrage taken in that one, and Michigan wasn’t even a state yet. If you can believe it, it was about the mouth of the Maumee River. …(That name always struck me as a cruel joke. I know it’s named for some Indigenous Peoples, but I wan’t always so smart.)

It’s iffy but he seems to be whistling Dixie!!

☺️☺️☺️

Today’s Second Stab at a Senryū du Jour:

So: Plop, plop. Fizz, fizz.

Ohwhatareliefitis.

Applies at both ends.

Based on experience in such matters: When the hole is filled, the drill sergeant will have the donkey move it.

Ol’ Number 8? Jack… Jack Daniels – izzat you?!

BAWk ….