Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for January 04, 2022

What is onion ring flatulence?

Then it pays to have breakfast at Outback.

Round and around and around we go

Eat them till they’re gone and there ain’t no mo!

i get the same results from White Castles…

Good answer, good answer!

If you love it, put a ring on it.

My Question is are you able or cane to fart Little Feat’s .

Don’t Bogart That Joint my Friend,..?.

Then blow me a shotgun.

Well … orange YOU special …!

There was a place around here that had green pepper rings.

Makes me wonder if anybody has deep-fried pineapple rings, to aid digestion.

well isn’t that a pleasant thought! ;+)

I like it. It leaves room for a retort from either end.

…Frodo’s 1st ring….

…I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag…

…I was schooled with a strap right across my back…

…onion gas is awfully smelly…

…don’t get me started on French onion soup….

…or you’ll regret it…

…don’t mess with my toot toot…

…why are you answering with onion ring farts?…

What does a hazard symbol that appears on a supplier label tell you?

Teresa’s toon certainly has the ring of truth to it…

I mean, if you drop an onion ring on the countertop and it sounds like the same as a dropped gold coin, what are you going to do?

Eat it? Stuff it in your pocket? Buy more onion rings? Put it on your finger so you can become invisible?

Anyone got a butt trumpet?

What will your answers be tomorrow?

Maybe you shouldn’t eat so many greasy fried onion rings!

But, be that as it may, I don’t think many people are going to believe your nattering of flatulence, regardless of how induced….

“Which is the best K-Pop band?”

“How does quantum mechanics work?”

“Why do stars fall down from the sky, every time you walk by?”

“Where is the spiritual center of Froglandia?”

“Who is responsible for political polarization?”

“What determines the date that birds fly south for the winter?”

… back in the day…

…when my two older brothers went off to college…

…I used to travel with my Dad to see them…

…and other places…

…I became his new traveling companion…

…we’d always stop at truck stops for lunch or dinner…

…I would always order the chili and the onion rings…

…I was surprised by the variety of both…

…the homemade rings that came in all sizes from large to small was usually my favorite…

…some were of the pre-frozen style…

..basically the same ring over and over again…

…the least favorite was the Burger King style ring…

…I’m not even sure onion was in them…

…perhaps just onion powder…

…there aren’t as many truck stop places anymore that aren’t Hardee’s or some other chain…

…but some of those old places had a nice ring…

After seeing all that rock, twig, and tool art on the Blog, my old feeling of ‘I have no artistic talent’ is once again reinforced.

And it burns burns burns, the onion ring of fire…

…true bird stories…

…my brother used to be able to creep up on birds and snatch ‘em up by their feet…

…he caught mostly robins…

…but he did catch a few blue jays and a woodpecker…

…(Mom should had stuck to her guns and not let him take it home from Grandma’s)…

…once while driving to work early in the morning I saw sooo many grackles landing in this big front yard…

…that it looked, literally- like they were popping up out of the ground…

…I wished for a camera…

..ot was way before cellphones…

…now, that I got a cellphone I’ve seen soon cool things…

…butnothing like that…

…finally, one sunny morning when I was in junior high, there was a nacis sky with inches of freshly fallen snow…

…I looked out at my neighbor’s tree…

…it was a snow owl…

…and as soon as I saw it…

… it took off and flew right over me…

…plus once, I flipped guy the bird…

Da Blog : NOT BORING, T. …! But my scrolling finger did need a beak … er … break …!! Good luck with the new brood ….

(hint: no more oven cleaner)

Day two is getting pretty ripe in here. Somebody open a window.

Egg Man, wouldn’t be two Beatles..

Egg’s The Man either.

Although The Egg’s Man….two eggs man …. Egg Man…. Egg Man. I don’t know…John..Paul??

Eggs for every meal and farts in between.

ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴇᴡs …

https://tinyurl.com/But-Did-She-Eat-Onion-Rings

Pull my ring finger.

Day 2. You do need a New Line, Mr. Pipe-smoking Guy….

Up the creek w/out an ore..

George the cookie said, “Nice knowin you”.