Not your father’s game of Whack-A-Mole.
Does Frog Applause make more sense in french? Parler à la main, to find out.
I’m too fried to deal with French. But, I might be able to cut the mustard.
The swinging pocket watch could hand and face hypnotize he was not bald and fix some steak and eggs because he was French toast.
…like English is used for today’s common language…
…ie airline pilots…
…it used to be French…
…now, I hardly even French kiss…
…and since most all French fries are fried in vegetable oil…
…they have no taste and are useless…
…French isn’t even a good butler name anymore…
…french toast is nothing but gaufres haut de gamme…
…les applaudissements de grenouille sont beaux et ses gros câlins et baisers sexy…
…Pepe Le Pew aime s’en prendre aux chattes…
… la radio devient statique…
Cabernet….cab it if its ber cold and the net will score an uber. French and lady’s underwear.
Treasure the precious oeuf d’ boeuf. They’re rarely found intact.
Four-five-six-seven, all good cretins go to heaven. Ramones – Cretin Hop (1977)
Prison Canada forbid butter and serve
This hip pee reads the blog.
l think that the twenty-five cents per day is outrageous and oppressive.
The chicken crossed the road and y? The roadie shows yoked and we all crack up for the best part of an egg.
All this needs is “The Liberty Bell” march by John Philip Sousa and Terry Gilliam has a hell of a copyright infringement suit.
(Rotifer & Rotifer at your service, Ma’am)
Objets usuel? Vraiment? (To quote Jerry Seinfeld.)
Looks like, by my pocket watch, it’s time to try my wings and fly from the nest. The crazy wirily wheel is making me dizzy and this physiatrist has just swallowed his last patient….so I think I’ll stay in my nest and hope mom feeds me bacon! Yum! And no, I’m not all cracked up to what people think I am….
~~the Romanian Black River Insane Asylum~~~~
Bon goût, eh? Like Charlie the Tuna? (refers to the Blog as well, or maybe mostly) That Charlie … dude wanted to be eaten in the worst way.
This particular strip of comics reminds me of a French Tickler… After all the little piggy got roast beef for a French dip with aju and wee wee wee wee all the way home.
I like my oeufs medium rare and my boeufs over easy … attendre … CaFéInE …!
Looks like the referee just whistled for a timeout.
Did that guy taste good?
Caption in blog….
Do not be out of coppertone,
Get tan and show off your light side of the moon.
So, our esteemed Frog Applause has descended to frog palaver? [frog: slang term, usually pejorative, for “French”] Quit egging me on to resurrect “where’s the beef?” The spirally-cut brains of Old Oniontop add a piquant variety to the Usual Things, though. —I consulted with Dr. Lector regarding the latter, and he seemed satisfied, as long I did not overcook them. Hence, my prominently displayed timepiece. Of course….
What else? Ah, yes. The wine; let’s see what’s in the cellar, shall we?
If Rotifer doesn’t stop circling the lasagna I brought to the picnic, Imma kick ’em in the nuts.
Love the Barn Owl post, T. You know that’s near to my heart.