Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for October 16, 2019

Pretty and a sharp pencil. Pokeable? Popeyes … Seen too much with those peepers for a clean slate.

Live dangerously. Sharpen both ends.

I hope we will see eye to eye soon.

Perfect analogy for my recent work experience.

A pencil is better than a sharp stick in the eye.

Frog Applause™ + pencil = Class D felony.

Bob is plugged into something and grinding away. But he’s not net diving. He’s got some weird stuff going on. He’s all blank and unresponsive. So I wait with Sturm and Drang while he’s out. They’re doing some minor edits on some background stuff for a number, so I get into it and work with them. For a little while, I can almost take the itch, with my brain engaged and churning out to some unknown destination. It dulls the ache to background levels.

I forget who the cartoonist was, but I recall a drawing where a family was gathering to dinner, and most were wearing some form of headgear, like for hockey or football or maybe fencing. One lad was bare-headed, and the mom says to him, “Son, this is a family dinner! Where’s your helmet?”

From the Loretta Young Show: the Lost Episodes.

Pull out a number two pencil at five paces… Turn and let them fly.

If everybody respects the “an eye for an eye” directive, eventually we all will be blind. Thanks, Frog Applause!

Back away from the pencil shahpener …!

Poke the right, then what is left? Ear Drums?

Tomorrow’s FA, foot long corn dog on a stick….. What. What.

The one eyed frog is king in the small eyeless pond

Honey if you poke around with me then step up and step back sweetie.

The regular ad hoc weapon of the smiling assassin!

Beware, fellow Froglandians! An imposter may be posing as Sister, who is being held, bound and gagged, in a dark, dank cellar. It could happen; Halloween approacheth….

Frog Pirate Ripley is my vote for the band name.

Ear Wax It…

I was walking past the mental hospital the other day.

All the patients were shouting ,‘13….13….13’ The fence was too high to see over,but I saw a little gap in the planks and looked through to see what was going on. Some patient poked me in the eye with a stick. Then they all started shouting ‘14….14….14’…

Grab an ear drum and poke the stick out of it for Spooky Creature Night coming soon to a venue near me in space.

My knee is accepting the replacement…. Today a check up on a torn ligament in my rotator cuff or hurting like mad in my bicep and tricep.

Isn’t it “sharp stick for the eardrums” time?

Speak up; I didn’t hear you!

May I borrow that pencil?