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.

Edna and Margie's Blog Of The Week

Margie: Edna, Deputy Jimmy came by today to show me his new flaptop computer. He showed me these funny pictures he found too.

Edna: Well wasn't that nice that he came to pay us a visit! I know he's been busy around town lately with all that revolution business, it was nice that he took the time out to drop by. Margie, he must have been sorely disappointed to have found only you at home.

And what was so funny about his pictures?

Margie: Go here, Edna, and see for yourself. Looks like friends of yours.

Margie: Lawsy me, Edna, that redneck bomb shelter would be perfect for us.How many people could we fit in there?

Edna: Margie, don't you even think about it.


Margie: Edna, this redneck divorce reminds me of my own. You're a hussy.

Edna: Margie, I have told you time and time again: it's not my fault that your husbands strayed. Or that they liked me more than they did you.


Edna: Margie, don't you have one of those redneck tank tops?

Margie: Yes, Edna, but mine doesn't come with the cup holder.


Edna: That redneck sports fan kind of reminds me of my first husband, God rest his hairy-backed soul.

Margie: God rest his soul is right. He has peace now and I'm left to suffer you alone.