Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for June 09, 2020

Frog Wings too !

Imagine what dreams she could have with full inversion therapy (aka “gravity boots”), so that her brain could benefit from her whole body’s blood supply.

Touch your nose and blow your toes, dream your dreams and leave your schemes.

Age, what’s age got to do with it?

The real Col. Sanders was an entrepreneur who didn’t become a professional chef until he was 40, didn’t franchise Kentucky Fried Chicken until he was 62, and didn’t become an icon until after he sold his company at 75.

What the world needs is a 100% beef chicken wing.

She credits her longevity to her Special Sauce and to checking out that cute young stockbroker who moved in upstairs.

I opened my business at age 45, in 1994, can still touch my toes and still whistle Dixie….LOL

What a gal!

John Crapper has all the businesses. Especially the wing sliders on a bun recently laid out. Hell this lady must of outhoused when wild boars run amuck.

it’s easy to touch your toes, as long as you’re sitting with your legs crossed

…a beautiful and touching composition by Ms. Teresa Burritt today…

…the juxtaposition of the faces and the leaves is very clever and touching…

…like memories floating by on a stream…

…as I age and my dreams seem less and more less likely to materialize…(even if I finish my novel, if I manage to type-edit-retype it…

….I have no idea of how or where to send it…

…or if I could take the rejection…

… STOP!…

…just finish the #$@%! thing…

…one goal at a time)…

…to be exposed to the idea that even the fictionalized someone at 105 still dreaming big ideas is really encouraging…

…kudos to Mz. Burritt…

…not only is there a palathra of vision and ideas in today’s Frog Applause…

… but also a cornucopia of inspiration…

Deep Fat Fried Chicken Wings at Hooters? When the lady’s touch their toes and dribble like a 105 year old just becomes the patrons.

I be leaf it.

Why did the chicken cross the road?

To get in front of the church for a photo op.

Like the last leaf clinging to the autumn tree, still dreaming summer dreams…

Wherever you go … there you are …!

Or, this: “Well sometimes the magic works, sometimes it doesn’t. Let’s go back to the tepee and eat my son. My newest snake wife cooks dog very well.” (Old Lodge Skins from Little Big Man)

A great tribute. It LEAVES me smiling.

Hey kids, did everyone have fun today at Frogromper Room? Let’s use the magic mirror to say so long to all the lame kids out there…. I see Nicole Kidman, Harry Truman, Snowball, baby Jessica, Jack Nicholson, Henrietta, Father Damien Karras….oh what fun! Now make like a tree and leave!

So, I’m at a coherent point outside of the astral plane and disconnected from space and time. It seems to be a stable standing wave created by a number of the surrounding consensus nodes. As near as I can tell, I need to accentuate the things I want to increase, and attenuate those I want to decrease, as a presence in my reality. It looks like I will only be able to select one aspect of the consensus nodes at a time for shifting between nodes. Now I’m not sure if I need to concentrate on increasing what’s good, or decreasing what’s bad. Things seem to be really tangled and interdependent. The coherent whole isn’t the sum of the fragments. It is something beyond them, a gestalt. Or maybe it’s a quantum packet and all I can see are probability wave forms. I am really glad that I cannot feel my head right now.

Well, isn’t that nice!

The touching of the toes may not be a regular qualification for opening a chicken wing joint, though. What is required is a sufficient bribe to insure getting an instant liquor license. The sweaty young masses gotta have their mugs of cold beer with their spicy chicken wings. —You could call it Grandma’s Hot Wings and Cold Mugs! and have karaoke every Wednesday night. And touch your toes as you introduce the semi-drunken singer-competitors….

See? That’s how it’s done in Froglandia.