Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for June 09, 2021

Putty please?

Will we find the benevolent finger flowers in the bowels of the fraidy cat? If so, aren’t they already somewhat polluted?

Would a haruspex help us to understand this?

Sounds like a bunch of tripe.

…surprise, surprise, surprise, that’s not my benevolent finger, either…

…‘taint it the truth…

…don’t poop where you eat…

…unless you have the Lazy Guy 3000…

…all my life’s a circle- sunrise and sundown…

…does this maximum mean a fraidy cat should not be afraid of other fraud cats?…

…‘cuz the fraidy cat union states explicitly that sticking your finger into other people in the union is only allowed in your own imagination…

…and I’m talking to you [redacted]…

…Ginger loved Frog Applause for years but was afraid to tell me…

…at least that was what her diary said…

I am not a polluter! I am not afraid to dive!

What if they are only pretending to be benevolent?

Make way for the pretender.

And bartender loading a fresh keg.

Really a treasure mad…

Mr. Howells fortunes…

finger flowers new to me ;+)https://tipjunkie.com/finger-flowers/

I don’t think all scatological dives are necessarily polluting. (Says the former altar boy.)

Some people define themselves by their illnesses.

This is WHY I don’t eat finger foods…you never know where it’s been…most are a fickled fingers of fate…you just don’t know where they’ve journeyed to and when they’ll be back! Some are really sneaky and come up from behind…..I’ll leave it at that!

Frog Applause, the Tube Goldberg of the comics world.

I love the smell of plumage flowers in the morning.

Ladyfingers with strawberries and whipped cream!

Another dyslexic ransom note pleasingly formatted.

Nice art!

I think this is something every proctologist should learn to recite.

Me, I don’t know my colons from my periods. So don’t send me to the store to get you a tampon, I’m likely to come back with a suppository.

“I’d like to buy a bowel, Pat.”

“Is that to go?”

“What else would I want it for?”

All attempts at decipherment of this code have so far failed! Perhaps Dada was right and there is no meaning?

It does appear, however, that the pool is polluted. This may or may not have to do with the Fecal Plumage festivities. To be on the safe side, a full biohazards diving suit is recommended to those who choose to take this at face value and, accordingly, to take the plunge. Look out for those wee little kiddies down there! They are assuredly not Mother Hitton’s Littul Kittons*!

*Courtesy of the great Dr. Paul….

Hepcat, beat, and Dada poetry is a gateway drug to, um, drugs.

Innovations or revelation

In map reading.

…I think my doctor polluted his benevolent finger on me like this on my last visit…

…of course, if he wanted to call it a flower he would have to be a blooming idiot…

…yet, he circled it more than I thought necessary…

…not that I am complaining…

…I considered it like girls wearing practically nothing at the beach…

…in normal daily life they wouldn’t be caught dead in such skimpy clothing…

…but when circumstances say otherwise…

…par for the course…

…speaking of which…

…I was at the doctor’s office because I said that I was feeling below par…

…he said, below par is something golfers aim for…

…mmm…

..so why do we say that when we feel so down?…

…the English language is so hard that I consider it my second language…

…I don’t have a first…

This is why I don’t want to put a foot in the water.

Da Blog: Gave up on Coca-Cola ‘cause I’m trying to be less white, dontcha know …!

Day 2. The kids, the kids! Oh, the horror of the grand Pollution! And the inverted lotus-motif!

I usually skip the foot notes.

… Ecclesiastes 3:1-8…

…the Byrds Turn Turn Turn…

…Frog Applause 6: 6-9/ 21…

…safety in numbers…

…circle the wagons…

…eat Donner but not blitzen…

…tubesteak boogey…

…baby, you rock me all night long…

…take a puff…

…a little pinch between your cheek and gum…

…it’s like a party in my mouth…

…and party’s aren’t meant to last…

…good to the last drop…

…but you can’t stay here…

…channel surfing USA…USA…USA…

“Be not afraid” is the same thing the angel said to Mary, but I don’t think divine favour is what She was aiming for with this instalment of FA™.

(but I could be wrong)

If this Frog Applause™ was a wine:

Aromas of Monty Pythons Flying Circus, Laugh In, those wacky King James interpreters, and lots of fragrant intestinal gases and circlie, doughnutty, round thingies. Medium-bodied and saucy but racy lameness stabilises the cartoon nicely with the subliminal poeticism. Purposeless arrows exhibit deep red currants and ripe cherries, laden with mocha, loamy soil, charred herbs, pencil shavings, and roasted hazelnut. Dense Jimmy Buffett-like Barefoot Children characters that make it perfect for plagiarizing, however it is readable straight away once you expose it to the earth’s atmosphere. This is a delicious GoComics’ feature! Has been matured for 24 hours in 2 day old 55% Blick Black Cat Waterproof India Ink and 45% Dr. PH. Martin’s Bombay India Inks. 95 points.