Margie the floozy

Edna: Margie, I was just plumb shocked by what you posted with those young men last Friday. You just won't be happy until you've completely filthed up our blog, will you? I swan, you have the morals of a barnyard weasel. If I weren't a lady, I'd tell you what I really thought of you.

I'm not even going to ask where you found that second picture...

Margie: Edna, you're so jealous. You always have been. You're no lady, toad, and you know it. Where I get my pictures is none of your concern.

Hussy.

Edna: A true lady would never display questionable pictures of semi-nude cowboys on a public blog, not that I'd expect you to know any better. You always did have a slim grasp on propriety.

You'd best be glad that Mama isn't alive to see these shenanigans, Daddy either.

Margie: Questionable???? There are no questions about these pictures. I can see them well.

You're a fruit loop. Besides, Edna, I don't say one thing in public then say different behind closed doors like you do.

Mama, Edna's a lying liar!!

Edna: Lord, she is surely trying my patience today. Please give me the strength not to sock her in the nose.

At least I know what it means to be discreet. You know, Mama surely did teach us better than to go around in public acting like floozies. My lands, cats in heat act more dignified than you do.

Margie: Listen, old lady, I'm starting my own business. How would I ever get customers if I just hid all those sweet cowboys and kept them for myself?

Hmm, what a lovely thought. Anyway, Edna, kiss my oats. Meow!