The worst of Agnes

Really, so many posts, so little room. Who can forget the time that in high dudgeon over Vida G's suitcase full of diamonds signing bonus, she wrote about blue Hubbard squash.

MOMMA SQUASH LEADS BABY SQUASH TO THE DEN, GIVE US AN %#$#@!! BREAK!

Then again there was her cringe-worthy song and dance routine inspired by, give me strength, white turnips!

WE CARE ABOUT THESE WHY?

ON SECOND THOUGHT I'D RATHER SEE THE TURNIPS

Agnes has a predilection, unbecoming for a woman of her advanced years for things phallic in nature. She managed to defile a perfectly good post about the Irish Potato Famine with this little tater tot that she introduced.

WHAT WAS SHE THINKING?

You can read the real post HERE.


Lacey, who has been hankerin' to shoot the ol' battle axe from the day they met, actually did so over this attempted post:

ONE TRACKED MIND

Unfortunately, it was only with a tranquilizer round.

And then there was this mechanical device that she got all wrong.




DO WE SEE A PATTERN DEVELOPING HERE?

And of course there was the bad link she fed everyone in this little gem, by way of joke. Unconscionable! Cost us half our readership and we probably never will get back to 5 again!

I guess it boils down to, "Ask not what is the worst of Agnes. It's always the last thing that she did."