If I had to wake up and listen to her flat nasal voice I’d chew off my arm.
And he doesn’t strike me as the sharpest knife in the drawer either.
Skip the Property Brothers. Same song, ninth verse. Ditto Chip and Joanna. I bet hell is smothered in shiplap.
I’ll take the fun couple from Home Town (aka: Laurel, MS) any day of the week.