It’s obvious that Rhonda doesn’t want any attention. Why can’t you people leave her alone? And to prove this point, as an encore, Rhonda marched out into traffic, naked save for hot pink hip boots and a dead wolverine on her head, and churned butter in the middle of the street and screeched, “What the fuck are you looking at? Mind your business.”

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