A stern rebuke from the Director of Linguistics o-ccurred last week when the Man o' the Mayflowers snatched Kayla, rather forcefully, by the hand n' told her to get her hiney in that commercialized kitchen o' Silkie's to make him a plate of Tasty Tidbits.
You tell 'em, Die-rector. Nobody goes n' jerks on the soft, petite hands o' the fair-haired, Vermont Boudoir dwellin' intern, by golly. You just let me know if'n you need to borrow a side iron er two.
Yeah, it was the damned phone, this time, compadre. Yer gettin' mighty good at dee-cipherin' redneckery, I'll tell you what. Go 'head n' put the tickets on my runnin' tab, won't you?