It’s Her

Agreed. Damn you, Saoirse Ronan, why must you be such a blight upon my existence. First, you have the gall to have a difficult-to-pronounce name just to spite me and my girlfriend. And then I know it was you who is digging up my garden. I just know it. You sneak in there at night in a raccoon suit. It doesnโ€™t even fit right.

Iโ€™m certain youโ€™re laying hexes and sending me coded message of pure maleficence in every TV interview. Thatโ€™s why I watch every single one to make sure. There is no evil to which witch Saoirse will not stoop. Something must be done!

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