Margie, dear, well, then, what about Cosmo...and don't ever let me hear you talk about the cover of AARP!! They are not ready for the likes of you or Edna. You might give some of their subscribers heart flutters. You are always welcome to my eyeshadow -
I have two LARGE drawers full of the stuff, matte, shimmery, every color of the rainbow.
Margie: How do you keep that eyeshadow from falling out of your drawers?? No AARP for me, that's for old folks. I will say that a certain magazine has been calling but I don't like Hef.
Margie: Lord a mercy, RN, where do you live?? My britches go over my drawers. I like the sound of that Esquire but I'd like my own magazine called Margie's Majestry.
Well, back in GA, when I was growing up, we called those gross underpants, britches. But here, of course, they wear those things called thongs, with the piece that is stuck in your crack...not for me...I'd rather wear no undies at all! I thought thongs went on your feet. I guess I am getting a little old. Maybe a lot old!
Margie and Edna are two elderly sisters, the oldest (and nosiest) residents of the fictional town of Jericho, KS. They are also the brainchildren of Jane and Beth, two “Jericho” fans who clearly needed a creative outlet. Margie and Edna are the result.
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Well, darling, why are you not on the cover of Vogue instead of Hiawatha? You look mighty spiffy, that's for sure!
I believe you still are. Have a good weekend.
You look gorgeous :) You were quite the lady in your day? Are you no longer a lady?
Margie: Grampy, I see your good sense is intact unlike others whose names I won' mention.
Carmen, I'm too good for Vogue. May I borrow some eyeshadow?
Poetic, you'd best change your tone if you ever want to see my Margiedales!
Margie, dear, well, then, what about Cosmo...and don't ever let me hear you talk about the cover of AARP!! They are not ready for the likes of you or Edna. You might give some of their subscribers heart flutters. You are always welcome to my eyeshadow -
I have two LARGE drawers full of the stuff, matte, shimmery, every color of the rainbow.
Margie: How do you keep that eyeshadow from falling out of your drawers??
No AARP for me, that's for old folks. I will say that a certain magazine has been calling but I don't like Hef.
You are so funny, Margie!!! I said drawers, not britches!!!
What about "Hustler?" Or Esquire,
that sounds so sophisticated.
Margie: Lord a mercy, RN, where do you live?? My britches go over my drawers.
I like the sound of that Esquire but I'd like my own magazine called Margie's Majestry.
Well, back in GA, when I was growing up, we called those gross underpants, britches. But here, of
course, they wear those things called thongs, with the piece that is stuck in your crack...not for me...I'd rather wear no undies at all! I thought thongs went on your feet. I guess I am getting a little old. Maybe a lot old!
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