By the time Bones announced it was Tammy's turn, I'd fallen in love with him all over again. Flowers and jewelry worked for most girls as a romantic gesture, but here I was, misty-eyed at watching him show my mother how to stab the shit out of him.
I think we need to have a little talk, woman to skank.
Why don't I just give you a pair of my panties to hang around your neck? Then whenever you feel jealous, you can wave them at whoever's pissing you off.
I am going to knock the slut out of you. And that should take some doing, you uppity English tramp!
If you were Catholic, you'd singe the ears of the priest you confessed to.