Lynn Fugvins

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I've had the following conversation with myself about this Lynn Collins photo, in some form or another, pretty much since I saw it:

HEATHER: The hell? I don't even know what to say. She looks insane.

HEATHER'S BRAIN: TOP HAT.

HEATHER: Not sure I want to go with another Artful Dodger joke here...

HEATHER'S BRAIN: Top. Hat.

HEATHER: Maybe she's crabby because she left the rabbit in it before putting it on... nah, that's kind of tragically hacky...

HEATHER'S BRAIN: TOP HAT TOP HAT.

HEATHER: President of the Fred Astaire fan club?

HEATHER'S BRAIN: TOOOOP HAT.

HEATHER: Villainous wench about to collect the rent from her tenant or tie him to the train tracks?

HEATHER'S BRAIN: TOP HAAAATTTTT.

HEATHER: Keeper of a nice six-pack of beer in case she gets thirsty and the bar isn't open?

HEATHER'S BRAIN: TOPHATTOPHATTOPHAT.

HEATHER: Ack! I can't THINK clearly. Sometimes there just aren't words.

HEATHER'S BRAIN: I CAN THINK OF TWO.