Oh it's like that is it, nasty slanderous remarks about my family.
Well at least my grandmother rode a horse and didn't look like one.
Everybody knows that car was an inside job for the insurance, so don't come that with me.
What about your cousin Bob at our Hilda's wedding, we have never been so humiliated. Oh no, we were, when your Dad got drunk and stripped off at Marks Christening.
AND your family eat margarine!!!!