Margie: Edna, you know I wasn't too happy about Supernatural this season. There were several episodes where I felt I'd wasted my time except for looking at my sweet Jensen Ackles. That boy is sweeter than Granny's chocolate cake.

Anyway, I'd like to borrow 2 pieces of your pretty stationary because I have to write 2 letters. I have some suggestions for next season so I'm sending them to my Congresswoman and the Supernatural producers. Would you like to hear my suggestions?

Edna: Sure, why not? Just make it quick, it's almost time for my stories.

Margie: Edna, this is more important than your floozy stories.

First, Dean and Sam need to be in a warm locale like Hawaii. Second, Dean needs to take his shirt off a lot because it's hot in Hawaii. Thirdly, it's hot in Hawaii so Dean needs to sleep nekkid. Finally, I need to move to Hawaii so I can write this show.

How's that, sister?

Edna: Margie, once again you've proven that you're an idiot. First, if they move the show to Hawaii, that doesn't mean the writers get to live in Hawaii. They might not even film it in Hawaii, you dunce. Second, you are way too old to be writing for youngsters like that. If Sam and Dean were centenarians, then maybe you'd have a chance.

Margie: Aha! You're the idiot! I'll be writing the show so we don't need any other writers. I'll say where we film and I say it's Hawaii! I can write for any age man, nitwit.

You're just mad because you can't stand the thought that I'll be moving to Hawaii. I always knew you'd never want me to leave you.

Edna: Good Lord. Margie, you realize that you don't OWN the show right? My lands, this heat must be frying your brain cells. You go on and move to Hawaii, I'm sure not going to stop you!

Margie: I own what I say I own. I'm going to search your room and see what you took that belongs to me.

Edna: Try it, sister, and you'll be traveling to Hawaii in a pine box.

Supernatural: The end begins

Edna: Margie, in honor of this being the last season ever of Supernatural, I've been saving up my money and I bought us something special. Cousin T found and fixed up a black 1967 Impala for me, now we can go tooling around just like Sam and Dean! What do you think?

Margie: Edna, I'm not riding with you so you best find a driver. One of those young men will do fine. I'll be sitting between them in the front seat. They might need direction.

Edna: Pfft. I'm driving no matter what you think, so you can either ride along with me or stay at home. Oh, and don't forget: driver picks the music and passenger shuts her cake-hole.

Margie: Forget it. I'll just call and have one of my gentlemen friends come over. I hope you end up in the big house.

Edna: Spiteful demon.

 

Supernatural returns tonight on the CW at 9EST for its sixth and final season.  Margie and Edna will be there with bells on, will you?

The CW hates us

Margie: Listen up, dingbat, because I'm not going to repeat myself. Supernatural returns tonight on the CW and I've been waiting for those boys. They took a hiatal or some such and this is a new episode.

You best keep your yap shut tonight or I'll duct tape your big mouth. You got that?

Edna: Margie, for the last time, those voices you hear when you're watching TV aren't me. They're the radio signals you pick up on your fillings. Besides, you're the one who chatters on all through TV episodes, it's like watching with a monkey.

You know, it's about gol-durn time that show is back on the air. I'm going to write a letter to Congress and get them to ban hiatuses. I'm a patient woman, but even I have my limits.

Margie: I don't have any fillings, nutcase. Go take your pills.

You go ahead and write Congress. It's not likely that they're going to help you since they only help themselves to our money. Speaking of money, I'd sure pay that pretty Jensen to come here to visit me. Lordy, it's cold shower time.

Edna: Folks, there's nothing worse than an over-the-hill hussy, and that's the truth.