Believe me, when the fecal plumes start multiplying and the fan* in my bathroom is on the fritz, I need fresh air… and lots of it.
*(from the Froglandia Fanblade Company, a subsidiary of the Froglandia Bathmat Factory. I forget the name of the parent company but I think it’s owned by a midget with small genitalia.)
My double fan window fan blades were plastic. They got so old that one day they just flew apart. One piece set up a cascade effect so they all just cracked off and crumbled in a fit of glorious chaos. I replaced them with aluminum. Because they were ingrates.
So I’m in. No shakes, no quakes, no jitters for quitters. That’s for me. I ask Bob if I can score a Frieze. Sure, he says. I’ve got four of them. You want to know about them? One is a total sociopath. Nope… I’m good. I’ll play the roulette on this one and take whatever comes up. I download one at random and get the synthesis for the nanos to use it. I can make it up on my own system at home. It will be an adventure. A leap into the unknown. I say ‘night and head back to my CH. As I’m going, Bob says to remember the frogs.
By the time I get home, my skin is crawling again, on the inside. Worse, I’m starving. I grab a frozen pizza and toss it into the QuiqChef. It scans the code on the package and starts a twenty minute convection cycle. Bob says the Brain Frieze takes about ten minutes, so I’ve got time to run one before I eat. The synth glitches when I load the nano recipe, says it has to repair the synth protocols. Not the first time. I say go ahead. With the nanos loaded and ready, I sit in my one comfortable chair and inhale them.
an annoying co-worker will not stop speaking directly into their desk fan, I guess the co-worker has alot to say, as long as the co-worker keeps their fingers away from inside the fan when the fan is switched on
It was wholly a pleasure to hear from you yesterday via the comments section (and I especially appreciate the preventative health advice).
My Rotifer reports that he posted a comment containing a no-no word on that fairly new comic of that GoComics’ high mucketty-muck (Rotty said he didn’t think “high p***ed” was verboten – apparently he was wrong). That got him shadow banned by the GoComics’ suits (or dresses, if you prefer).
Cousin Glenola reports that the resistance against squirrel treachery is a miserable failure (but the potlucks are still fabulous!).
I hope you, your turtles, and all Burritts everywhere are well, fluless, and shingles-free.
That existential dread of, ‘is this all there is?’ becomes the wonder of ‘why are we given a brief time in a mortal physical body on a hostile planet in the void of space?’
I reserve judgment whether these particular fan blades really do point to “a hellish truth,” such as Magnetic North. More information is required if we are to formulate a reliable analysis….
Mad-ge Dish Soap over 4 years ago
Fans blowing for the hot blooded company.
Snakes in hell are cold blooded .
Dry out wet ones…sweating with fever.
Mad-ge Dish Soap over 4 years ago
Good God,
I have been robbed.
Meh~tdology, fka Pepelaputr over 4 years ago
“Throw them to the Great Whirling Blades!”
Baslim the Beggar Premium Member over 4 years ago
Froglandia Fan Blade Cleaning Service: for those times when the feces hit the fan…
Blade Runner: the person who brings your fan blades in to be cleaned.
Fan fare: what the Blade Runner charges for the service
painedsmile over 4 years ago
Believe me, when the fecal plumes start multiplying and the fan* in my bathroom is on the fritz, I need fresh air… and lots of it.
*(from the Froglandia Fanblade Company, a subsidiary of the Froglandia Bathmat Factory. I forget the name of the parent company but I think it’s owned by a midget with small genitalia.)
Brass Orchid Premium Member over 4 years ago
My double fan window fan blades were plastic. They got so old that one day they just flew apart. One piece set up a cascade effect so they all just cracked off and crumbled in a fit of glorious chaos. I replaced them with aluminum. Because they were ingrates.
Brass Orchid Premium Member over 4 years ago
So I’m in. No shakes, no quakes, no jitters for quitters. That’s for me. I ask Bob if I can score a Frieze. Sure, he says. I’ve got four of them. You want to know about them? One is a total sociopath. Nope… I’m good. I’ll play the roulette on this one and take whatever comes up. I download one at random and get the synthesis for the nanos to use it. I can make it up on my own system at home. It will be an adventure. A leap into the unknown. I say ‘night and head back to my CH. As I’m going, Bob says to remember the frogs.
By the time I get home, my skin is crawling again, on the inside. Worse, I’m starving. I grab a frozen pizza and toss it into the QuiqChef. It scans the code on the package and starts a twenty minute convection cycle. Bob says the Brain Frieze takes about ten minutes, so I’ve got time to run one before I eat. The synth glitches when I load the nano recipe, says it has to repair the synth protocols. Not the first time. I say go ahead. With the nanos loaded and ready, I sit in my one comfortable chair and inhale them.
Rotifer NOT GETTING RUBEN BOLLING’S PIN Thalweg Premium Member over 4 years ago
ish is to words what ___________ is to ___________.
INGSOC over 4 years ago
an annoying co-worker will not stop speaking directly into their desk fan, I guess the co-worker has alot to say, as long as the co-worker keeps their fingers away from inside the fan when the fan is switched on
Radish the wordsmith over 4 years ago
I’m a big fan of Frog Applause
And that’s why I drink Tree Frog Beer, the beer of the “Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers”.
coltish1 over 4 years ago
The cause of the end of Pollyanna’s short, deluded life.
Huckleberry Hiroshima over 4 years ago
90 thousand of them in some stadiums across the country today.
Mother Thalweg over 4 years ago
@frogapplause CREATOR (from yesterday)
Dear CREATOR
It was wholly a pleasure to hear from you yesterday via the comments section (and I especially appreciate the preventative health advice).
My Rotifer reports that he posted a comment containing a no-no word on that fairly new comic of that GoComics’ high mucketty-muck (Rotty said he didn’t think “high p***ed” was verboten – apparently he was wrong). That got him shadow banned by the GoComics’ suits (or dresses, if you prefer).
Cousin Glenola reports that the resistance against squirrel treachery is a miserable failure (but the potlucks are still fabulous!).
I hope you, your turtles, and all Burritts everywhere are well, fluless, and shingles-free.
With highest personal regards, I remain yours,
Sincerely,
Rotifer’s Mother
Mad-ge Dish Soap over 4 years ago
Screw blade uh british thread on with that cap thingy?
Everything’s backward in England.
Is hell up there?
Howard'sMyHero over 4 years ago
Hellish Props to FA …!
willie_mctell over 4 years ago
Like the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch
Teto85 Premium Member over 4 years ago
That which hits the fan is not always evenly distributed.
Radish the wordsmith over 4 years ago
That existential dread of, ‘is this all there is?’ becomes the wonder of ‘why are we given a brief time in a mortal physical body on a hostile planet in the void of space?’
Sisyphos over 4 years ago
I reserve judgment whether these particular fan blades really do point to “a hellish truth,” such as Magnetic North. More information is required if we are to formulate a reliable analysis….
Froglandian experts agree with me, you know.