Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for January 20, 2022

Waffleface Eggman has decreed it!  So let it be written; so let it be done!

Rest assured, I shall not waffle in the face of this charge; nor shall I be egged on.

Lemme just put some butter and maple syrup on your face.

…I believe Doonesbury had a president as a waffle…

…Bush, maybe…

…which reminds of the second weirdest bumpersticker that I ever saw: …

…Lesbians For Bush…

…(the first being: Ban Bumperstickers)…

…the 666 is none of my business…

… I’m a Democrat…

…Hardee’s has a chicken sandwich with waffles as buns…

…so did your highschool girlfriend…

.. whacka whacka…

Don’t need your toxic downerism, go share it with Xi Jinping.

That was actually pretty straightforward for a man known as “The Waffle Guy”.

He is, incidentally, the only person in Froglandia to ever be banned from Li’l Dufus’ Pancakes and Sausage, though it was only for one week. After that, he began referring to the manager as, “The Pancake Nazi”. It was all quite amusing, in retrospect, but caused a good deal of tension at the time.

Now he’s part of Dick Tracy’s Most Wanted: for rudeness and a bad haircut.

You’ll observe that there’s going to be a pregnant pause before responding …

Waffles and chicken! Yeah!

encyclopedia of insults

… and IHOP to it …!

Ummmm I’m kinda waffling on this one.

Breakfast Man at my Holiday Inn this morning. There’s a good Hardie rib sticker. Oh ya an Apple I pad hookup.

More fun in a waffle bun. Available for next moon landing.

Bunny is on board. Rabbit test on the moon.

Do you like my wave? What product do I use? Why, Aunt Jemima, of course. I tried Mrs. Butterworth, but I find that I really need the extra ten calories per serving to get the natural hold and the buttery sheen that I wanted.

Frog Applause = Zippy the Pinhead + That Guy From The Home Alone Movies Who Got Hit In The Face With A Waffle Iron

One of those days that’s not pregnant with opportunity.

I prefer to remain nonpartisan, but when the waffle iron of life is nipping at my cheeks, I like to say a little mantra… Aunt Jemima ain’t my mama, Aunt Jemima ain’t my mama…

Waffle, waffle! Waffle and broke his nose,

Syrup, syrup! Syrup and stands again,

Omelette, omelette! Omelette him run away,

Bacon, bacon! Bacon the road to home.

Whoa, oh, oh! Fifteen is the number and fourteen is the pass, hash browns may go in his mouth but they come out.. as gas.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Gj95m0CR5I

Has he ironed his face today?

Well, well, well, Mr. Snotty-Ass! Aren’t you the one to hide your face behind a waffle and some not-quite Groucho Marx glasses-and-nose disguise. Maybe we should just yank a hank of that wavy hair….

Ain’t buying no guff today! Grr!

Goes good with blueberry jam.