Okay, there’s so many levels of “what the fuck” going on here. Like, do humans normally drink yellow paint and sit in the passenger seat of their own cars? She opens with the question “So, what are we drinking today?” as if this person whom she follows and whom actually stalks her is KNOWN to drink strange substances and she’s I guess, curious to see what he’ll drink next. She’s actually surprised when he vomits up yellow fucking paint and then we cut to see that he’s right outside her car, in which she is sitting in her own passenger seat. I’m pretty sure the only time I would sit in my own passenger seat is to clean the dash board on that side, but what-eves.
thank you for this illuminating analysis, Mrs. Silver Spoon Riche
