mad fan
A fan so crazy they’d rather eat a shoe than admit they're wrong. They smell like a garbage can that’s been sitting in the sun for a week.
I saw him wearing a sock on his head. That’s not a fashion choice. That’s a cry for help.
She tried to convince me the sun was a conspiracy. I left before I had to smell her again.
He told me he’d fight me for the right to be the best fan. I took him up on it. I won, and I still smell like his face.