Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for December 12, 2018

Another titillating scene from that runaway best-seller, Froglandia’s Lamest Sights

It is described therein as a real magnet for suckers and lickers.

Like a volcano, swelling may occur when it enters an excited state.

I had to thumb all the way to get here.

(I’m going to try to post this on Tumblr on the 17th.)

Cold icy days ahead, and her twin right next door.

That’s on the opposite shore of Lake Demigod.

Oh go ahead and mount it.

Hard Rockin, Don’t Come kNOCKIN UP…

All confusion about spelling melts away among the spellbound bystanders.

Not an areola, an areloa. Teresa must be referring to Mauna Loa, and with Mauna Kea, you have the twin peaks. But what do I know, I’m just a boob.

My favorite part is the clouds. I see a C-130, the space shuttle, and a flying duck-billed platypus getting ready to thumb his nose at the #metoo movement.

Didn’t “tic, tac, toe” use to be “tit, tat, toe” …?

I’m all over the Twin Peak.

Good grief! Get a room!

In South Africa where Southern Sotho is spoken, areloa means washed. Maybe this is Teresa’s way of saying Ya’ll need to wash your mouth out with soap.

Mount Areloa, where the Ten Commandments of Lame, inscribed on the back of a fools gold plated Garfield strip, came to us riding a fecal plume. The words there in must not be spoken ( whoa to those that incite the wrath of Grace the Face.) It’s song may only be sung by the herald of the lubricated sphincter.

Here is a link to an album called Return of the Frog Queen. I kinda like it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dC0DYQmQqrA

Gosh. Looks like that nude guy really worships the Sacred Peaks of Areloa. Figures. Some Froglandians fetishize such things. And they are so big!

Fed by my mother, in this, this, a public loco for the infinite fountain of youth. Curses Ponce De Leon.