My mum, not your mum
Mum was from Yorkshire, a land where rudeness has long been recognised as both high art and mortal combat.

She was at some charity gathering, affectionally abusing her friends. One of the posh cows who like to batten on dogooding to make their empty lives less meaningless said "you're very outspoken, aren't you dear?".

Mum: "In Yorkshire, we like to tease those we care about. It shows that we reckon they can take it."

"But you don't do it to me".

"No, I don't, do I?"
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Sat 26 Nov 2011, 9:22, Reply)