Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for February 06, 2019

For some reason this occurred to me:

I remember when rock was young

Me and Suzie had so much fun ….

No wonder those pants feel depressed, crotchety and snippy. They’ve got blue genes.

Wow, where do I get those snappy jeans!

Meanwhile, on the other side of Froglandia… three pairs of demin jeans defend the bastion of bath mattery from those who wish harm. A stick-on decal manufacturer is bent on overthrowing The Froglandian Bath Mat Factory and they are starting their reign of terror outside the balcony of the break room where complimentary Froglandian Soup (ingredients unknown) is served to all employees with oyster crackers. (The oyster crackers are donated by the Little Sisters of Lame Mercy.)

The decal enemy is invisible— but REAL.

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There is something mesmerizing and calming about those snappy jeans snapping.

These are NOT the blue birds of happiness.

This makes more sense than any FA I have ever seen. Brilliant!

Nowadays, any promoter can get three or four good looking pairs of pants together, buy some songs from the hit factory in Sweden, and call it a “band”.

505 Button Fly Hip Huggers.

We waved, but nobody saw us.

They were panting all night.

Close the blinds, curse and swear, whistle through your teeth and spit, you get the just of it… Mr. Green Jeans with envy. —Grateful Dead.

It’s an ill wind that blows no jeans.

I love the migration of the flying Levi’s at this time of year.

The modest Invisible Man and his modest two minions, struggling to make headway into the wind. I know it’s not a canonical superpower for the Invisible Man, the power of flight, but what’s artistic license for, if not for $*#t like this?

Horny pants.

There are few times I am speechless. This is one of those times.

When I didn’t see my jeans crumpled in a heap in a corner of my room, I knew something was up.

Every mating season, when the straight-leg and other-gendered jeans gather to perform their aerial mating dances, the call centers are flooded with UFO** sightings.

**Unidentified Fabric Objects

Hot new trio, Gene Pool Rejects, singing their smash hit, “Snap in the Name of Lame?” The latest craze all the lame kids are doing? A Froglandian reimagining of the Nutcracker where the dance of the sugarplum fairies is more of a cross between Crocodile Rock and Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds? Or maybe, this is a scene from (Yellow) Brown Submarine, and these are, instead of the Glove, Mom Jeans? Who the Frog really knows?

My oldest cousin in our tribe, a Vietnam Vet and my God Father, amongst other family matters.(lol) Shows up at a family reunion with the biggest brightest sunset on the butt of his jeans. OH MY LORD, the Aunts went haywire and the stories did not stop for decades! Sad to say he passed to early of Hodgkin Disease. May have part to do with Agent Orange dumped in Vietnam. On a happy note, after Drs. said he would not ever be able to have children, his wife got pregnant at the last given time before his death. I have a beautiful second cousin, a male! And he has children.

Uhh, am I the only one worried at the appearance of these carnivorous Snapping Jeans in the skies of urban Froglandia?! They seem determined to put the bite on someone, something….

What do hungry jeans eat? Will we ever know? Could this be the end of Froglandian avian life?!

Did I hear someone say, “I gig frogs”? (Oh. Sorry. That was I, some time ago….)

I’ll have nightmares for days, weeks… maybe even decades. Today’s FA is so scary that I can barely form words.

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