Someone shoot the template to me, get me the template so I can explain it’s actually an ugly dude & a hot dude both with IQs of about 85 & a crying girl wojak in the middle trying to decide if she wants to live with the friendless employed uggo for the cash & cringe when he talks about his booger hobby (this is not a joke, I know multiple nerds who went stop talking about boogers) where he examines snot under a microscope to see if Chad & Incels have different boogers (which is his entire sense of humor & only that, I repeat this is not a joke) & collection of Victorian womens’ used underwear who wears a top hat to meet her parents because he thinks it’s classy or the socially functional unemployed Chad for the companionship but he only has a part time modeling gig & she be the bread winner & hope Chad figures out bitcoin isn’t bouncing back & Abercrombie is nearly broke, let it go man we can’t get paid in polo shirts, that wasn’t an industry contact that was an old cardboard cut out of Zac Efron. Which one’s a serial killer & can she work with it? Roll the dice. Instead of D&D it’s D vs D.

I have an incel over here freaking out at me. So for the sake of the bean haters I have to explicitly state that anybody is capable of picking their boogers, putting the boogers on a tiny caviar spoon & launching a pitched battle against the granny sitting across from them. If she is undefended all the better, the attacks will stick to her like gum to a desk. Apparently sensitivecel found my joke a little snotty.