disclaimer- this was all typed verbatim as i was listening to the conversationl

M: obama for president... hah... you've got to be kidding me.

J: oh you dont like him?

M: his daddy was from africa, and his mother's as white as can be, beautiful woman, lives in kansas and got re-married. so he's mixed races.
he's a muslim and some other bad thing, too, did you know?

J: well, a lot of the young people like him

M: of course they do, they don't know better. they have ::whispered:: sex with people who have the same parts as their own, and think nothing about the consequences of recreational drug use! of course, they could do worse, they could elect that adulterous swine's wife. (here's where she notices me...) oh hi honey, your hair looks lovely today! did i ever tell you about when my hair was that color...


now picture all of M's lines spoken with that gravely nasally old lady voice that that just makes you want to stuff small kittens in your ear. she's the kind who really likes to hear herself talk. a lot.