Where's our money??

Edna: Margie, I tell you what, I am just stumped as to how bloggers make any money with their blogs. You're forever seeing some blogger going on and on about "monetizing" this and that, but I'm starting to think they're all full of hooey. We certainly haven't had much luck so far with this monetizing thing, maybe we need to think outside the box. Winter's here and I need to raise some funds for socks and mittens.

Margie: I know what you mean, sister. I need flannel bloomers and new socks plus another blanket for my bed. I think it's hooey too.

Maybe now you'd like to entertain my notion of selling nekkid pictures?

Edna: Oh, good grief. Margie, I refuse to make money by objectifying handsome young men, I don't care how willing they are.

I was thinking maybe we could hold a widget yard sale. I'm sure we've got a few over there in the sidebar just gathering dust.

Margie: Edna, I was talking about nekkid pictures of ME. Yes, we could have a widget yard sale or we could have a Special Tea stand out by the road.

Maybe people would send donations if they saw a picture of my holey bloomers.

Edna: As much as I hate to admit it, you might be on to something there. We could put up a picture of you and people could pay us to take it down. Goodness knows no one wants to see you and your holey bloomers, let alone you IN your holey bloomers.

Oh, I know! Maybe we could find us a wealthy sponsor, and they could pay us one dollar every time we insulted each other. My lands, we'd be millionaires in no time!

Margie: Edna, did you insult me? How do you know who might want to see my bloomers?

Margie: I like that sponsor idea. Who will sponsor me to duct tape Edna's mouth so we don't have to listen to her nonsense?

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Edna's Bloomers

Margie: Edna, I can't believe I found this. Thank you for not showing your face. You ought to be plumb ashamed making a floozy picture like this.


Edna: Well, for crying out loud, what makes you think those are MY legs? You just said you couldn't see the model's face. Although, those feet are certainly petite enough to be mine.


Margie: Edna, I've known you for decades so don't try to pretend that I don't recognize that old body of yours. You have more sags and droops now but this picture was in your younger day.

You never could recall where you'd left those bloomers could you?

Edna: I know exactly where I left those bloomers, but if I let the cat out of the bag I'd also embarrass a very high-ranking politician. We've had enough of those kinds of scandals lately, don't you think?

Margie: Thank you Edna. That's a very wise decision on your part. You certainly don't need to start another scandal.

Edna: Margie, I don't think you want me to start talking about who causes the scandals around here. I still have those pictures I took the last time Deputy Jimmy hauled you off to the pokey for indecent exposure. Don't make me share them with our readers.

Margie: Stifle it, dingbat.