Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for November 02, 2023

Someone has smoked this poor man’s head to ash.

I always wondered what was supposed to be so good about grief. But if it is fingerlickin’ then it’s obvious.

…surprise surprise surprise…

…that’s not my finger, either…

…the Ghosts & Spirits Clubs Poetry Night was always a howling good time…

…Toby Gillis walked up to the first beatnik and asked him why he(the beatnik) was snapping his fingers…

…to dig the beat…

…replied the beatnik…

…Toby went up to the second beatnik and asked why he(the 2nd beatnik) was snapping his fingers…

…to dig the beat-to get the sound was the seconds reply…

…finally, Toby Gillis asked a third beatnik the same question…

…why are you snapping your fingers?…

…to dig beat-to get the sound-to get the booger off my finger…

This could be David Cronenberg, as Dr. Philip K. Decker, a psychotherapist/serial killer, wearing his leather mask with the shoe-button eyes in the horror movie, “Nightbreed.”

Indeed, he causes Bad Grief for the monsters in the graveyard underground dwelling called Midian. (The horrid Berserkers are thus released, and several of them are eventually elected as far-right members of Congress.)

https://en.m.wikipedia.Org/wiki/Nightbreed

Sounds like he chickened out.

Keep Charlie Brown away from KFC!!

I prefer my fingers deep fried and on a stick.

Ubong Bassey Nya

Quakes are on. Two 6+ yesterday, and one today. Should keep going another week or two. Maybe three. One was on the Coco plate, which should be a precursor of activity on the far edge of the Pacific plate, though one cannot say where, from NZ or Vanuatu, right up to Kamchatka.

what a blockhead.

This is a timely, however lamely perfect offering for today, since it’s el Día de los Muertos.

We’ll take our good grief to the cemetery to honor our departed loved ones by visiting their graves, so we don’t have to bother for the rest of the year.

There will be plenty of vendors selling finger-lickin’ good food to celebrate our good grief.

¡Feliz Dia de Muertos!

Odd thing to say or think when your hands are folded in prayer.

Fingerlickin’ …

Good Grease …!

OMGeepers!

“I can’t pronounce my Rs or Gs when I’m speakin’ Southernese”

(R.I.P. Jimmy Buffett)

KFC is on Charlie Brown’s bucket list.

Perhaps it’s best we didn’t see Charlie Brown grow up only to become a bipolar fast food junkie.

Colonel Charlie Brown Sanders

Good grief, Charlie Brown hasn’t aged well!

Tastes like chicken.

Oooh! A post-Halloween serial killer complete with face mask?! A poor man’s Hannibal Lecter, as it seems, given that he alludes to a fast-food franchise (and a “legacy” comic strip—just some inside baseball for Sister) rather than to a high-end restaurant as he awaits the next utterly stupid horny teenager to skewer.

Fried chicken is not a Bad Thing, but some seasoned pork bits on a stick (kalamaki) or some more seriously prepared beef bits on a skewer (souvla) are yummy too: souvlakia! Add a rich dark red wine (krasi mavro) and its heavenly.

But I digress, We’re into the devilish here….

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