Janet: Oh, Mr. Obama, it's really so wonderful to meet you! I can't tell you how excited I am for your campaign. Before I forget, this here on my right is my dearest friend Luanne—
Luanne: I just got a perm.
Obama: Ahh... very nice...
Janet: And this is Marilyn. She just loves you!
Marilyn: Janet, ohmigosh. I can't believe you said that.
Obama: Well, it's lovely to meet you, ladies. Thanks so much for coming out to support—
Janet: We were so excited to meet you that we got you a gift. Marilyn, did you bring the tea cozy? The one we got at Mervyns? I want to give it to Barack here.
Marilyn: I, uh, I'm sorry. I'm just a bit overwhelmed.
Janet: Marilyn, now is not the time. I'm so sorry, Barack. How was your flight? Marilyn, will you please check your purse? MARILYN.
Marilyn: My purse? I don't even know what that is. Is it warm in here? I think I need to sit down or—
Obama: Honestly ladies, you really didn't need to get me a cozy. I have plenty—
Janet: No, it was our pleasure... MARILYN, GET THE DAMN COZY OUT OF YOUR PURSE.
Marilyn: I'm a... I'm a... Oh lord...
Luanne: So you really like my perm, right? You're not just saying that.
Janet: Luanne, he doesn't care about your perm.
Luanne: But you said that he would.
Janet: I think Mr. Obama is a very busy man, and he doesn't need to comment on your hair.
Luanne: You said he would like it. You SPECIFICALLY said that.
Janet: I know what I said, Luanne. Let's not raise our voices. I'm so sorry, Barack.
Luanne: You're lying, Janet. And you know it.
Janet: You know what, Luanne? Why don't you just go back to the car, okay? Here are the keys. Just take them and just... just... get out of here.
Obama: I'm sorry, I really have to get going.
Marilyn: I LOVE YOU.
Janet: Marilyn!
Luanne: Screw this. I'm going to Olive Garden.
(Photo courtesy of the New York Times)
Oh Lord, I HAD a perm like that....BACK IN THE 80's! She looks like a long-lost member of Whitesnake.
If I was a politician, women like this would scare the heebies out of me....I mean, there is "glad to meet you" and there is "I want to lock you in my basement forever so you can be my boyfriend."
Sooooo--friends of yours?
Boy is Marilyn's face red!
When I look at this picture, I can hear this horrible screeching sound. I think her jaw is unhinging and a smaller Janet will jump out and attack. Get away from him, you bitch!