Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for March 06, 2018

And now her mare will not bear!

BUNNIES!!!!!!

Stinky’s film left for dead.

Pee you

“How can you have possibly have solved it so quickly?” I exclaimed. “It is a classic locked room mystery, with rather odd circumstances and no clues to be seen. I have seen you work dozens of these mysteries, and this is by far the one that has mystified me most greatly, and yet you have solved it more quickly than any other! Where does your solution come from?”

Is this a callback to one about the woman who kept a dead man in a trunk?

Pupa dude

You are the anchovie to my strawberry torte

The passing of Pharaoh Limp Stiff..

Looks like she’ll be on to another candidate in no time! Or … never mind.

It occurs to me that today’s FA is maybe a job for the slender-legged, mini-skirt- wearing gal from days of yore.

Tut, tut, it looks like rain.

Urine like Flynn.

Straight Jacket

Stuck with the dirty end of the pizzle stick: the mummy’s curse strikes again.

Golden Showers For Everybody!

I heard she gave him the pizzle rot.

There once was a woman from Nice Who kept her late husband on ice. "He’s be * since I lost him, I’ll never defrost him, Cold comfort, but cheap at the price.

Someone tell me how to force a line break in these comments! Sheesh!!!!

Real, uh somethings*, stir their drink with a pizzle stick.

I’m also hearing Tudor** Turtle intoning Mr Wizard for help with “Pizzle, Drazzle, Drozzle, Drome” when he gets in trouble and the wizard responding with “Time for this one to come home”

*not something nice generally

**There are multiple spellings on the internet, but that’s how I always heard it.

Another case, of her date being too wrapped up in himself !

Captain Beefheart – When I See Mommy I Feel Like A Mummy · https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=p0Iy71Qwe6E

Mock like an Egyptian.

His promises weren’t worth the papyrus they were scribbled on.

Based on refugees from an early Celtic manuscript, the complainant and her guardian angel, having packed away the dead dud stud, now proceed to tell us all about it, in quaint, allusive language, before concluding with a burial at sea (the better to avoid unpleasant inquiries).

Thus, desensitized to death, we live lamely!

The Tennessee Stud was long and lean

The color of the sun and his eyes were green

He had the nerve and he had the blood

There never was a horse like Tennessee Stud