Lowbrow: So Judy, where are you from? Fuck–up: I grew up in a swamp.
LB: Wow. What was that like? FU: Caught a lot of toads. Also scrapbooked sometimes.
LB: Interesting. How do you like Penn so far? FU: Some parts have very poor lighting, which I enjoy.
LB: Let’s move on from that. Did your parents come for parents weekend? FU: Yeah, but they only visited my sister. I was a–hidin’. Sometimes I like to do that in the bushes.
LB: You hide in bushes? FU: Yup. Sometimes I’ll just peep all day on Locust Walk. “Peepin’ time”—that’s the name of a little diddy I hum to myself. I’d sing it for you, but I have an audition later and I want to save my voice.
LB: Oh, an audition? For which group? FU: All the a cappella groups.
LB: Which ones in particular? Like Dischord? FU: What’s that?
LB: Moving on. So what’s a typical day in the life like? FU: Well, I usually wake up and—
LB: Do you sometimes not wake up? FU: What’s today?
LB: It’s Saturday. FU: Yep, I definitely woke up today.
LB: Right. So Halloween is around the corner— FU: What?! Which corner?!
LB: It’s an expression… FU: (laughs uncontrollably) OH!! I get it! Nice one! (smacks face)
LB: Let’s just get this over with. So do you have any plans for Halloween? FU: Gonna buy a lot of toilet paper.
LB: So you’re gonna be a mummy or something? FU: I’m gonna spin with it.
LB: Damn it, Judy. FU: Hold on, my Chinese delivery is at the door. Don’t try to sneak out. It’s easy to do, with all this poor lighting.
