Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for November 12, 2011

I’m going to sit right here until I see the end quote. There must be more to this story….

Sabotage!

The workers at the industry can aways use a little amusement.

If he’s so smart, why is he wearing pointy shoes with bells? That could get you beaten up or worse in my old neighborhood.

I’m out of eyelashes

Just don’t take my Manolo Blahnik’s.

That’ll tell him a thing or two. I love Quiet, Mr. Smartypants!! Thanks, Teresa.

Thanks Teresa, now I feel my skin crawling with demodex mites. Arrgh!

Medications absolutely do lose efficacy and potency over time. Ever open an aspirin bottle and get a strong whiff of vinegar? That aspirin is not going to assuage your headache.

Where’s he from with his pointy shoes and bells-the 17th century?

I’m with Cleokaya. The more I read about Demodex, the creepier I feel. I don’t think I shall read any more.

People maybe stopped having THAT kind of fun when we all got conditioned to the machines…you know, the Industrial Age beginnings.

I know we don’t write poetry with rhythm anymore because most poetry-inclined folks don’t ride horses.

And popular music lost its drive with the steam locomotive…but you guys all knew that…

Sadly, too many people never grow out of their teenage psyches. They go through their entire lives thinking that “void coupons” and “dog biscuits” are somehow “less-than”, and treat them accordingly.

Beware the revenge of Smartypants! Years later, the Big Hands guys were all found—shudder —with their shoes removed!

I’m convinced Teresa has been replaced by Martha Stewart.

Am stunned by the story about chicken pox lollipops. I swear, vaccine paranoia is such a stupid thing, it’s not surprising that the people involved in it would do stupid things.

@Nicole: There is but it’s not pretty.

I had that happen once. The pointy shoes with the bells in the fan treatment. I’ve been more circumspect since. Almost didn’t comment on this strip but my pants are getting less smart by the day.

Is it just me, or does the dude from Oklahoma City (1948) remind anyone else of "Durwood, "Darwin, "What’s-his-name, etc.* from Bewitched?.* In solidarity with my friend Teresa I too neglected to close any of my “quotes.” *.* Now there’s irony for ya.