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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!
Margie: I declare, Edna, the obits are nothing but bad news. Maybe I shouldn't read them every morning but I do believe we should all pay our condolences to the family.
Look here. See? Here are 3 ladies from church who passed on just yesterday. I need to make some cookies and Special tea and go pay my condolences to the families today. You know, those poor husbands will be like lost ships.
Edna: Oh my, that is a shame. I must say, Margie, it's awfully sweet of you to be concerned. Maybe I should bake up some cobbler and go with you on some condolence calls, it would be the neighborly thing to do.
Margie: That's right kindly of you, Edna, but we don't want to crowd the folks. I'll be glad to take your cobbler and tell the folks you sent it.
Edna: Margie, I would not dream of sending you off alone on those calls, it just wouldn't be right for only one of us to go. Unless...there's some other reason you don't want me to go?
Margie: You caught me, Edna. I'll tell the truth. I'm worried about your health. You know, dear, how your allergies cause you to suffer and we just don't know what might be lurking in those houses.
Why don't you take a nap and let me take care of this for us?
Edna: I'm on to you, you hussy! I have known you for too long to fall for your fake consideration and sympathy. You just want to prey on those unsuspecting widowers, don't you? For shame, Margie, for shame!
Margie: Forevermore, sister, you do need to go to bed. You're delusional.
I'll be on my way to do some preying, I mean, praying. Good day, sister.
