Heya, busybody kitty! Do your facial hairs do the cha-cha when you get wind of some scandalous tittle-tattle about your neck of the woods?
"Jumping Jehoshaphat, I'm as lost as a cat in a doghouse! My hands are tied with deciphering the confidential dispatches hidden in my neighbor's spine-tingling spiderwebs."
Well, kiss my grits and call me a Yankee! What's that word ya screeched? I don't savvy no moo and cluck-talk.
I may not have a degree in journalism, but my ability to spill the beans is unmatched. Being up-to-date with the latest news is for nerdsI only care about the weather because my suede kicks can't get dry cleaned. Well, pinch my cheeks and call me rosy! The only thing banging on this side of the tracks is the buzz about a total liquidation sale at my go-to store or the opening of a scrumptious heaven for desserts. Well, kiss my grits and call me a Yankee! What's that word ya screeched? I don't savvy no moo and cluck-talk. "Jumping Jehoshaphat, I'm as lost as a cat in a doghouse! My hands are tied with deciphering the confidential dispatches hidden in my neighbor's spine-tingling spiderwebs."