J.: Okay then.
Me: So, it's a Saturday, which means they're off work, and Obama's wants are OH HOLY CHRIST.
Me: Huckabee and McCain are making out in the bathroom! I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING I SWEAR!
J.: *looks over* OH MY GOD WHAT.
Me: They're, um, dancing to pop music.
J.: WHY IS HILLARY WATCHING IN HER UNDERWEAR.
Me: I DON'T KNOW. Oh good, now they're making out in front of her.
J.: I DEMAND YOU STOP WHAT IS POTENTIALLY ABOUT TO HAPPEN.
Me: Bow chikka wow wow...
J.: DO I HAVE TO GROUND YOU OR SOMETHING?!
J.: So wait, where's Obama? He's just trying to sleep over there...
Me: "WILL YOU THREE SHUT THE HELL UP WITH YOUR CRAZY WHITE PEOPLE ANTICS?"