(08-12-2012 11:04 PM)Bucky Ball Wrote: My scary great aunt was named Olive. Ollie. She was always ranting. Her real name was Cecelia Olive, but no one called her that. She was the proverbial maiden aunt. She lived in a HUGE old Victorian house all by herself. My granny turned into a royal raving beatch when she was around to goad her. I wish she was around now, so I could bug the crap out of her.
I love me some olives. You can make all sorts of yummy little horses ovaries with them on crackers 'n shit. Don't be talkin bad about no olives.
My auntie was named Constance Olive and my Mum called her Constipation Olive Oil behind her back.
I rather liked Olive Oyl and imagine she would have been into spinach.