Olive Oyl Quotes

Rosalind was the kind of girl who didn’t have to try very hard; she just drew men like moths to a flame. A natural ash blonde with unbelievably dark blue eyes, she had a near perfect figure, always wore the trendiest gear and said exactly the right witty things. Not like me. I’m no raving beauty by any stretch of the imagination. I’ve got masses of dark unruly hair which just sort-of hangs around, and I buy only clothes which suit me regardless of fashion. I wouldn’t be seen dead in a mini-skirt – as I’m rather tall with long slim legs, I think I’d look like Olive Oyl.

This one has Olive Oyl getting it doggy-style from Popeye.

Olive Oyl thanked Jane before she took a seat, wiggled her butt in the chair, and placed her book back into her purse.

One of the worst things that the school boys called me was Olive Oyl.

You sound like Olive Oyl working the Piercing Pagoda at the Staten Island Mall.

The Associoationopath's Cookbook: I just finished a recipe that actually prepared a good taste. Mince up a handful of doorway garlic cloves, fully drained, chop stalked celery, hack apart a few red tomatoes, eviscerate their seeds, disembowel twin portobellos and and saute with spinach over Olive Oyl ... nyuk, nyuk, nyuk, dicing up onions last so as careful not to cry. Feeds one. Yummy. No, not in good taste. Now what to call it? Saute Of Interest List. Art imitates ... none of your business!