Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for May 16, 2011

Pthelfish, is all you are…

Come on, it’s that famous Irish aviator, Terry Dactyl.

Phthisis it, the chthonic gods are after us. Run!

I don’t get the pt of all this.

Pthooey!

Ptui!

As of this day, I Lewreader, multiple dropout and self proclaimed Expert on American Grammar, do hereby banish the letter “P” from the Merriam-Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary. Immediately tear out pages 888-1015 out of your copy and go forth and pun no more.

Only kidding. Just take a black magic marker and cross out all the bad words, you know, the ones your spouse uses.

I gotta p

Let’s dip a bleached banana in beer, roll it in baby powder, mothball it for a year between Meg Myles’ cleavage and see what Yale University thinks it smells like then.

Oh, that’s definitely coffee, but is it you, Teresa?

It looks like The Old Wolf was right about the Egyptian Vulture. I notice it’s still unidentified in the blog, T.

Yes! Let’s all hear it for International Harvester, and especially the pickups and the Travelall (freatured in the photo and the less-loved cousin of the Suburban)!

Relax. It’s only a Ptarmigan on psteroids.

Great Mogg! The proportions on those 1957 vehicles must have been designed by the same people that do fashion model drawings. They all look like Humvees on crack!

ST2, I thought she was casting big shadows, more fun than the animal silhouettes that you can make or unmake with your hands. How do you feel? with my fingers.

Those boots look like the Dufflepuds escaped from Narnia.

OK, vaseline sounds like a weird translation but it’s exactly right. It was the heavy grease of the day used to make those flamboyant curls.