At Fortune Sound Club on Friday, February 27

Assuming you were nowhere near as blazed as the night’s master of ceremonies, odds are Lil Debbie’s Fortune Sound Club stand proved something of an educational experience.

Chief among the lessons learned was that the diminutive MC born Jordan Capozzi talks a lot. Actually, scratch that—a better way of putting things is that she never seems to shut up. At least she warned her fans what they were in for. Right after the end of the set-opening “Squirt”, Lil Debbie announced, “I talk a lot—I talk a lot on Twitter, Instagram. Bitch, I talk all the time, so ya’ll gonna have to hear me talk.”

Over her next surreally insane hour on-stage she did indeed prove an unstoppable motormouth, waxing nonstop on all variety of topics: hot Canadian beardos, her poor dead cat Oliver, the amount of sweating she was doing, and how she was going to stomp off-stage and head back to the hotel if a couple of jackasses in the audience didn’t smarten the fuck up.

We learned that Lil Debbie loves to smoke: menthol cigarettes, hand-rolled blunts, and the fabulously atrocious American mini cigars known as Swisher Sweets. While no one had the foresight to bring grape-flavoured Swisher blunts with them, a stream of cigarettes and joints were passed onto the stage for her enjoyment.

On the THC front, we learned that Lil Debbie seems to have an appetite for cheeba that puts her in a league with Snoop Dogg, Willie Nelson, and the ghost of Bob Marley. The woman inhaled an incapacitating amount of herb over the course of her set, to the point where she deserved credit for simply managing to stay upright. Amazingly, she only occasionally got confused; just before the set -closing “Ratchets” (during which she pulled a couple dozen women off the dance floor and onto the stage), she announced, entirely erroneously, “This is an all-ages show, so we on a deadline—some people gotta go home.”

And we learned that she doesn’t take any shit. Twice during the set PBR cans were hurled at the stage, perhaps because Lil Debbie wasn’t a show as much as a raging party. And twice the MC stopped the proceedings, inviting the culprits to step up to the stage for a good old-fashioned beating, this despite her pronouncement that “It’s hard being five-foot-three and 105 pounds on a good day—being a little-ass bitch and having grown men throw shit at you, it’s harrrdddd!”

All this added up to an evening that occasionally looked like it was going to go right off the rails but ended up being epically entertaining. Even if you didn’t know Lil Debbie from Li’l Abner, you ended up singing along to the “Bitch, you ain’t got shit on me/You ain’t got shit on me” part of “Bitches”, mostly because everyone else was.

Smartly, Lil Debbie wasted no time rolling out her YouTube hits, kicking things off with the downright filthy “Squirt” and then delivering a solid one-two follow-up with “2 Cups” and the head-scratchingly unexplainable “Michelle Obama”.

Camped out at the back of the stage was a DJ, whose job seemingly consisted of cuing up songs on his Apple laptop and then hitting return. Joining the rapper at the front of the stage was the world’s strangest hype woman, a post–Jersey Shore flygirl who busted disconcertingly weird dance moves with a strangely vacant grin perma-plastered on her face.

Despite the competition, all eyes were firmly fixed on Lil Debbie, who understands the golden rule that great shows are often made by what a person says between their songs. While the backing tracks were rolling, the Cali rapper was on-point enough to make you wonder whether it was live or Memorex, that answer finally coming when she started breathlessly huffing and puffing at the end of “Bake a Cake”. Evidently, smoking till your lungs look like a Beijing exhaust pipe does have its drawbacks.

Lil Debbie will never be for everyone, which might explain the lobbed PBR cans. For a start, she raps in a nasal, double-heliumed voice that makes Kreayshawn seem like Nick Cave with a head cold.

And then there was all that talking. As Straight photographer Rebecca Blissett quipped, get seated next to Lil Debbie on an airplane and you’d be pulling on the escape door halfway through the flight. Unless, of course, you have a thing for crazy monologues about Swisher blunts, Canadian beardos, sweating, and Oliver the dead cat, which most of Fortune’s crowd obviously did.

Entirely deservedly, hands were in the air for opening act Horsepowar, who rocked the house from start to finish, offering shout-outs to Richmond and rapping about everything from brown-girl dating troubles to navigating the ferry schedule between Vancouver and Victoria. At the end of the set, the local MC excitedly gushed that she’d just given her first show ever. If you missed it, no worries—it won’t be her last.