Miss Healy, Your Post Troubles Me.

Post read, I feel like a toothache — longing for tall glass of ice water.

Who is the royal nonsense maker? Is it you, me, figurative (not me), or someone else (not me again)? I’m confounded — should I laugh, or seethe with rage?

As a responsible social citizen, I implore you to be more specific about your target of insult.

Awesome artwork, btw.