What you got back home, little sister, to play your fuzzy warbles on? I bet you got little save pitiful, portable picnic players. Come with uncle and hear all proper! Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones. You are invited.
the prissy female doctor I was working with tonight let out an audible fart. If there was any doubt what "that noise" was, the subsequent odor answered the question. It was hard to maintain professional decorum and not burst out laughing. Even more so since this lady really thinks she's a diva.