We have got to ask ourselves, what the hell is this lady smoking? Is she smoking the cra-yack?
It reminds me of something my mom told me about a month ago. She set her sprinkler out in her front yard and she went outside to turn it off after a while, and there was this crazy lady dancing around in her sprinkler. Mom kind of hid behind the bushes until the crazy lady went dancing and giggling on down the street probably with thoughts of candy-coated crack pipes swimming around in her head. Not my mom but the crazy lady. You understood that though, right?