Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for December 05, 2021

Sorry, Facebook has convinced me I should engage in literal combat in the streets against other Americans.

Chief Sitting Bowl of Custard.

Like the old folks say, " Sometime, you just never can tell".

We will Berry you.

Indian’s war dance, singing and swinging, circle the Custard, and made a Smoothie out of him.

Sitting Bull went down in history.

She didn’t get many second dates, using this strategy.

…if your candidate losing an election is enough to make you want to overthrow the government Frog Applause made be for you…

…no wait…

..it’s if you get mad enough to guzzle that rest of your beer when your team’s second baseman overthrows first base, Frog Applause is your comic…

…I always get them confused…

…just like: if you are committing a crime you can no longer declare self defense…

…is not the same as: if you comment on a comic, they will check you’re grammar…

…if you enjoy not knowing why pineapple is not acceptable on a Chicago deep dish pizza…

…or why you can’t use a fork on your pizza in NYC…

…come work at the Froglandia Bath Mat factory…

…we only allow these thoughts during lunch time…

…and Jeeps Park right next to Prius(whatever the plural for Pruis is)…

A sad state of affairs! I keep wondering when it all went so very wrong….

Are those parameters or our only choices?

CAUTION: the Frog Applause comment area, although cleaned regularly, and festooned with sharp signs, sometimes has a bridge out ahead.

MUCH better. Thank you.

Make love not war.

Sometimes one leads to the other.

I’m told I’m a killer lover. Does that count? Or maybe it was a love killer… in any case, I’m only on probation for a couple more years, so look out world!

As the village clerk said nothing, and just stood looking at her, Amy continued on, rolling on her back and exposing her soft underbelly, metaphorically. “Was I supposed to go over the budget today?” “I’ll be handling that,” he said, with an invisible sniff and sneer that would have gone unnoticed if not for the fish rolling its eyes in a mocking comical display as he spoke. “You will be sorting and filing these old boxes of documents. Then, you will digitize them. We are a bit behind on that.” And with that, he turned and made his dramatic exit, trailing a faint wisp of some sort of cologne, clearly meant to emulate a rancid slaughterhouse in high summer’s heat. The fish began wiggling wildly, causing her to look down her nose at it, wherupon a tiny voice popped into her head. “What a pustule that one is!”

Speak for yourself, honey.

A perfect three-panel comic.

I never got to do what the popular kids did, late to the party as usual.

Quite right, My Dear.

Which would you prefer?

I am amenable to either….

Bedtime

…is this about free will?…

…or is this about doing the correct things?…

…my brother says there can only be limited freewill at best…

…place…

…time…

…circumstance…

…laws…

…etc. …

…limited …

…besides, like prophecy…

… you only know what was supposed to happen after it happened…

…we do what we are supposed to do…

…destined to do…

…“I don’t care,” she said…

…“Getting the word, ‘Alf’, tattooed on your forehead was a bad decision,” …

I much prefer the first option.

“If it bleeds it leads” accounts a lot for the panel #2 assumption …!

Day 2. —This may influence my choice….

Frog me on the water

Sister will you soothe my fevered brow

Rock me on the water

I’ll get down to the sea somehow

The Phantom Space Captain Cody{G. Shot a man just to see him die. Fulton Prison…

J. Cash…

Infectious love ❤️ STD.

…Luke Warmwater saw both sides of the argument…

…his thoughts on the matter turned grey…

…and then turned gray…

…finally, with a reply worth claiming…

…Luke spouted:…

…You always hurt the ones you love…

… and was done with it…

Oh me and my lover just love this old home and could kill for the dead bolt doors and two chairs.

Does The Road Kill count?

I love chocolate,

Then kill the whole box!

On the Twentieth day of Frogsmas, the Resplendent Cartoonist gave to me . . .

Twenty Comics Not Working, Nineteen Lame Subliminals, Eighteen Haters Hating,

Seventeen Vlads-A-Pounding, Sixteen Romper-Chomper Thingamabobs,

Fifteen Twits-A-Twirling, Fourteen Captains Spacing, Thirteen Pickles Peeking,

Twelve Squiggly Green Jello Cups, Eleven Headless Music Box Dancers,

Ten Teresas leaping, Nine Annoying Relatives, Eight Cheesy Bread Winning,

Seven Yams With Sprinkles, Six McMuffin Alignments

. . . Five Golden Tater Tots! . . .

Four Squirrel Jerky, Three Mocking Frogs, Two Mince Pies,

And a Spork Hanging From a Pear Tree.

Day 3. I think I’ve figured out My Choice now….

… https://youtu.be/QhjROAkUR4Q …

Lovers Leap Frog.,

yer killing me