A nod is as good as a wink to a blind badger.
What in the name of Hitler's panties and matching bra set was she talking about?
I wanted to kill her and make her eat her fringe. And her knickers.
Here is another marvy glimpse into the gothic basement that I call my mind.
Rosie get off your desk, and please put your beard away.
What shall I say? I must tread a fine line between glaciosity and friendlinosity. With just a hint of 'you don't know what you are missing, my fine-feathered friend.