You might think otherwise, but apparently Florida’s actually good for that sort of thing, too, rainy season notwithstanding. Mom had a sun-worshipping neighbor who looked like jerky on legs. That’s what I called her: The Jerky Lady. Every time, folks would know who I was talking about without me having to point.
When you point, three fingers are pointing back at you.
I hope you’re aware how drearily prim that makes a person sound. Plus it’s right up there with “Who smelt it, dealt it”.
prim, what a wonderful choice!
He’s been watching Paul Reubens again, hasn’t he?
Stick around, kiddo. I’ve got a million of 'em.
Well, I don’t hang out in Mute’s living room, but yeah, you’d think so. 
I’m pretty sure some of them make it as far north as North Carolina, where we beach each summer. The girls like an annual trip to a particular bikini shop, and I remember seeing a woman there last year who was, most likely, not older than I, but…wowzer. I sure hope she enjoyed her tan. The word “tan” was doubly applicable, in fact. Made me go home and use extra sunscreen.
Oh! I get it! Youse guys are talking about people still breathing. 
BTW when I point a finger at someone my other three fingers are pointing to either someone to my left or my other left. My distal phalanges are usually curled into my palm. In West Virginia there’s no telling what goes on with that fifth finger they have. 
Do you know any prim folks who say, “Who smelt it, dealth it.”? They must be incredibly prim.
But you want to.
We could discuss - in armchair fashion, of course - the psychology behind redirecting blame for embarrassing instances of flatulence, but as you suggest, it’s enough to say some people are just plain muck-savage trashy, period, and leave it at that. No, what I was really more getting at was the comparatively similar level and mode of discourse. Glad that’s cleared up.
It’s true. Got beer?
We all want to. It’s not for the beer, it’s because of the fun, geometrically-correct, spinning objects.
Beer is West Virginia is generally “non-intoxicating.”
You are right about that. Beer used to be 3.2 or something or other. Now it’s 6. Do you all really think you’re up to drinking beer and gazing at geometrically-correct, spinning objects AND using coasters?
Coasters are for playing ninja with. Everyone knows that. And they’re fun, geometrically correct, spinning objects too. Oh, wait a minute. I’ll bet you have real coasters, not cardboard bar coasters. Don’t want to be zinging real coasters around - probably wouldn’t sit well with the missus. What was the question again?
We have all kinds of nice coaster sets that were gifts but they’re too nice to use so we just put our cups and glasses directly on the furniture. We can’t be bothered and it much less stress for the company.
I hear you.
All our coasters have flies. And we have a big grass spider living in the “guest” bathroom. The wife named the spider Charlotte, what else.
Cork coasters are the best type for your dog to chew up and leave in small chunks all over the floor.
“Thirsty-stone,” cork-backed coasters in assorted Frank Lloyd Wright stained-glass window designs are the best for using even after you’ve cracked them repeatedly because the cork backing holds the shreds together.
Cheap wooden coasters with a concentric ring pattern are good for one cat to knock off the table onto another cat or the dog.
Round woven straw mat coasters are best if you want your beverage to slide off and spill.
Heavy oak Arts&Crafts style chair arms are best for if you’re inclined to ignore coasters altogether, especially since they’re all on the floor. Hell, somebody’ll clean up those water rings with some Formby’s eventually.
My classy trivets/coasters are random 4 1/2" ceramic tiles from AX-Man surplus with little cork pads on the bottom.