Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for April 16, 2021

Another evening with too many tabs open on the internet.

I have never reveled with an acute, usually fatal, infectious disease of young cattle and sheep.

Oh wait. The Collins dictionary gives 4 other definitions for “blackleg”. I have reveled with a disease of potatoes caused by a bacterium, although not recently. I tend to avoid gamblers who cheat.

Uni-sex Eye liner ☠and for corpses..

i could hug you for hours, too.

Fist fights, knives and HAIR PULLING… what is this world coming to? Stop with all the hair pulling!

…not quite a see of trees…

…nor a Que pasa si senor…

…but a conglomeration of Calaveras stables…

…in other words…

…why don’t 24 news stations cover world news?…

…am I supposed to care more about the former president drinking Coke after he told me not to consume it than troubles in Nicaragua?…

…"rebels have be rebels since I don’t know when…

…but all she wants to do is dance…

…dance…

…soft heavy sign…

…the town paper sure hasn’t the same since the internet…

…I can’t remember the last time it had a bra advertisement in it…

…let alone kept me a breast of the local news other than drug arrests and car crashes…

Benway’s really wants me to put my home in order. I need to take advantage of their 25% off sale.

Special beds for college boys are actually the beds of college girls.

…the ‘Froglandia Whippersnapper’ isn’t the paper it used to be…

…seems like they just Thoreau it together anymore…

…and mostly ads…

…and page 3 gratuitousness…

…no more Dear Ann Landers…

…no more George Willorwonthe…

…no more Shoe or Shoe Cabbage…

…no more or less Ed I. Toriels…

…no morels…

…know your rights…

… novacane…

…novice…

…not even hardly any Bath Mat factory baseball scores…

…no more engagement announcements…

…but there is good news…

… I’ve saved 15% with Gecko…

Could it be… Mother Mary whispers Let It Be..

black market boot leg…

I’m not sure how it happened, but today’s installment of Frog Applause led me into an hours-long dive into the strange and captivating history of Joe Gould and his most-likely apocryphal “Oral History of Our Times.” He spawned articles and essays and a movie by Stanley Tucci called “Joe Gould’s Secret,” which I must now somehow find and watch; what an odd, colorful, largely insane or possibly autistic individual he must have been.

Preposition Repetition

America. Where you can buy a house for your giant children.

I had no idea that the mines of the West had unadulterated deviltry. Shows you what I know.

…if you don’t have giant children you should be able to get more than 2 in there.

just leave the children with Flo on the beach.l

So many tabs, so little time … déjà vu, or jamais vu …?

Swagger coats Fashion trend in 30’s – 40’s:Women and History thereof: http://www.people.virginia.edu/~jlc5f/Costumes/Assign9a.htmMen: https://www.pinterest.com/gregoryjj79/swagger-coats/

Cannot find Hamburger suit. Hints appreciated!

Are Bowery Infernos a national phenomenon? I want one in my neighborhood.

This must be a game of odd-man(frog) out. It’s just and reasonable.

It’s just not a home of quality without an emergency clown nose.

See? This farrago is what happens when you pop too many of those yellow and blue pills at one time. Not even an Emergency Clown Nose can hide the bitter effects. You begin to fantasize about giant children, ’40s-style “sweater girls,” nightly revels on the Wild Side, swagger suits, special beds, toilet articles, home furnishings to suit all tastes, —even hamburger suits (whatever they may be).

Let this be a lesson to you, children! Now, say your prayers and beg frog-giveness of Sister Teresa of the Perpetually Lame….

Emergency clown nose — break in case of emergency.

Is everything not enough? Are hugs not lasting hours anymore?

Pills are the answer! For the woman who has everything, there are pills and silicone! Ask your doctor for a prescription today!

The dictionary says blacklegs are cheating gamblers or swindlers.

Re Frog Blog: noticed that phytic acid has some HOP to it … ironic, eh …?

Day 2. …In a fog; maybe gobbled too many pills? Or, is this all but a dream?…