I know you're hungry, girl, but seriously - no. No matter how much they get on my nerves.
I know, Ethel. But you're just so cold on the inside...
I'm not ready for that step in our relationship.
I would, but I'm AD/HD, and YOU SPELLED MY NAME WRONG, Ethel.
I'm not sure what this has to do with anything, but try giving THAT a Brazilian...
Now you're speaking my language, you big cold box you.
Does Greybeard have to choke a Fridge?!
Because live is the only way I take my fur bowl, thank you very much.
Why thank you, Ethel! Meow get me a cold beer.
I - what? Look, Ethel, I love you and all, but - your indecisiveness on verbiage is a major turn-off.
Just like an icepick.
Ethel, you just so DIRTY!
As can be evidenced by your previous messages...
Yeah, Grace. Jesus. The poor thing looks dehydrated and mangy...