Wow, that's one daffy broad. If that's what she's like while getting her face layered in felon-seed, can you imagine what a casual conversation over a meal would be like?

"I'm having a salad. Oh my God, I said salad. Can you toss it? Heehee. Look, an old corvette. Too bad it ain't black because that could be the batmobile. Oh my God, that should be my car! I'm a superhero. Vrooom Vrooom! I cruise through the street, stopping crime and buying toenail clippers and Gordon Lightfoot box sets. Oh my God, Lightfoot. Could you imagine lighting your foot on fire? Anyone got a match? Heehee. Wait, I can't burn, I'm a superhero! My only weakness is a rock from the planet Crack. That Crack rock killed my momma, but it ain't gonna take me. I can fly, it can't catch me! Bad rock! Bad rock! Oh sorry, did you say something a minute ago about your family burning to death in a car crash?"