Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for July 27, 2015

Something smells fishy here.

I think I saw that somewhere in the *Latest LAME.

They walked into a club.

Keep it soft and runny. Don’t let it congeal.

You probably wouldn’t love the smell of seals that have stopped performing.

That’s what happens when a lover starts fishing for compliments.

This will all change when we have perfected the mechanical stunt double. Great strides are being made!

Cardboard sign:“Will play horns and bark on command for fish.”

Probable just a yeast infection.

Vogon poetry anyone?Ah freddled gruntbuggly,Thy micturations are to me,As plurdled gabbleblotchits,On a lurgid bee,That mordiously hath blurted out,Its earted jurtles,Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,And living glupules frart and slipulate,Like jowling meated liverslime,Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,And hooptiously drangle me,With crinkly bindlewurdles,Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,See if I don’t.Dont blame me. I did warn you…

Not everything a master writes can be a masterpiece!

I Wish I Were In Love Again