No, wait — she moves like she is being constantly bitten by tiny spiders and she’s trying to shake off the spiders.
No, wait — she moves like your mom’s friend at her thirtieth high school reunion when she mixed a white wine spritzer with her mood-stabilizer pills and ended up on the news.
No, wait — she’s actually moving like she’s literally on fire and she just never learned the stop-drop-roll procedure.
No, wait — the way she just starts herk-a-jerking out of the crowd and toward the stage makes me think she’s actually just a crazy woman in the audience who brought her own microphone, and the real Maggie Mae is standing just off stage, asking “Who’s this bitch who stole my fucking number?”
Nice glasses, though.
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