Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for November 05, 2016

Looks to die for.

Not hers, of course.

Just a nourishing protein treatment.

And after she washed her hair and disposed of the body, she was in line for an inheritance.

Her follicles were the roots of all evil.

Detangling, shortly after a knotted up killer late evening upon the Twister mat game of physical skill..

It was the latest in protein-saline conditioners.

While she did enjoy the feel of it, she intended to give it a bad review.

Being a product beta tester was a very responsible job.

Don’t you just hate people who post recipes ?

Lizzie Borden took an axe,

And gave her mother forty whacks;

When she saw what she had done,

She gave her father forty-one,

She’d been severely beaten about the head and shoulders… please file under cruel and unusual gore.

Blood stained black tresses and mangled brain matter.

Wart Hogs in dresses and cold Poo Poo Platters.

If this makes sense, then you’re too far gone.

Open your Mac lid and get your Frog on.

(sung to the tune of My Favorite Things (with apologies to Mary Poppins))

Some people are just born lucky.

Still, I’d recommend a vigorous washing….

And her zombie soul mate was thrilled.

If you could make everybody actually be at least as good as they looked without violating their free will… would you?

She had it all, and yet, as she was slowly beginning to realize, without the ability to troll people on social media, her life had no meaning, no depth, no purpose. She spent the next week locked in her room, staring at her laptop computer, with no battery or cord, rendered useless by parental interference, playing Evanescence’s Wake Me Up over and over again until her mother thought her ears should start to bleed.

So, that’s her secret? And I thought it was snake milk.