My family is KNOWN for getting bad cases of the hangries. Like, you guys, REALLY BAD. This is why I carry granola bars in my purse and keep crackers in my desk drawer. The people closest to me know why–I get quiet, then cranky, then just straight up nonsensically rude. After awhile, it starts feeling like Hulk: you set me off, and I get hangry. Really, really hangry. Like, poor Bruce Banner might have gotten jealous that I stole his shtick. (See, since the Blob doesn’t really normally wear clothes, his usually-immaculate hat is torn instead of the signature torn Hulk pants.)
Enjoy your day, lovelies!