Don't try to teach your grandmother how to cheat at bingo, Amos. My little feud with Tweed does go back a long way, but he started it!
And the only thing that is in a quivering, helpless condition of degenerate desuetude around here is the judiciary's moral authority over preening, posturing, licentious, tippling, invertebrate scoundrels who imagine themselves to be pillars of art and society when they should be cooling their heels in a dank prison cell.
Well, yes, and certain little hopeful male parts too...lurking in the wings here and there imagining glorious conquests. But I won't elaborate on that. It would be much ado about almost nothing, I can assure you.
Speaking of which, I see that I have another hillbilly admirer. Thank God the Ozarks are so far from Twillingsgate! I am a little puzzled as to whether "Debbie Earl" is male or female, but I am assuming male, as females are seldom quite that stupid...although with enough inbreeding I suppose anything is possible!
I think it's really Bobert trying to be funny. No one would name a child "Debbie Earl".