Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for January 06, 2021

So you’re saying communication isn’t key?

With the right combination of numbers, you can be a Master Lock.

Hmm, what do you call the lock used on a chastity belt?

They got all keyed up over nothing!

…when locks get hammered they aren’t very nice…

…yeah, you open for every floozy that comes along with a key…

…I lock my lips and throw away the key…

…I wasn’t filthy, Daddy, he used WD-40…

…and when he wants to use WD -69 I will darn well let him…

…lock of hair…

…meet eye of newt…

…I never met a key like you before…

..something about you just wants to make me open up to you…

… Marilyn, we’re just a good combination…

… and if I become mayor I will make Master Key in charge of protecting every house…

…“There’ll be no locks or bolts between us, Mary Kate… except those in your own mercenary little heart!”…

Keep your filthy lock shut or end up a dead bolt like my cousin Al.

Sometimes things get more confusing when languages collide. Lock means ‘lid’ in swedish so I’m thinking ‘why are these cans jousting and why do their lids look like handles?’. Then english set in, but I’m still confused. Par for the course with Frog.

the lack of your low key approach is impressive

Using the blunt end of the spear.

Happy Epiphany…

12 days after Christmas…

When 3 Kings arrived to the babe Jesus…

There are so many secrets to unlock in this world! One being the workings of the master Locksmith. Does he give a tumbler for anyone or does he insert his workings into the space reserved for the arched arm?

Remember when packs of cigarettes would have legs and dance across the stage?

I’ll tell you what: Dick Kulpa was my kind of maniac. He clearly wanted to laugh at everything.

Nice legs.

Looks like a key moment.

Doctor Schlock Vs. Master Pieces: chance of a Bryan Rust appearance.

Ooh, right in the old Yale Eee-l-eye … Don’t make me break out the filthy bolt cutters …!

(here’s atchoo … scuza-mi)

that’s the key! ;+)

“You’ve got the right key, baby, but the wrong keyhole.”

Robin of Locksley bested the sheriff. I did not shoot the sheriff, but my point put the deputy down.

This ‘toon, then, is but the latest telephonized diminutive of the glorious archer’s legend (about which I happened to watch a movie last night; hence, the drift, or adrift (?), of this comment)….

Ever since I first saw him at the magazine rack, on the cover of the National Inquirer or something, while in line with my mom at the grocery store check out, Bat Boy has been my imaginary playmate. I still hope to meet him one day.

Just a couple of bucket heads.

Yale vs. Dread locks?