most caring and mild mannered person you know gets her tailfeathers in a bunch, you LISTEN.

Go. Listen.

Brigid writes an open letter to the occutards, and it’s dead nuts on target. You’re gonna want to read it. Because if you don’t, I’m gonna tie your eyelids open and make you watch me having conjugal relations with a carton of Luckys. And then I’m gonna make you smoke every one.