They didn’t cross out trader Joe’s, mini, gingerbread, gingerbread, with, icing, either… They didn’t even really cross out cookies or fudge, they just underlined men. So no, they didn’t “cross out everything but white”
In the reference section of the Library of Memes. An old tome almost calls to you. You pull it down, coughing in the cloud of dust it’s collected. Laying it on a table it opens to a weathered dog eared page almost as if the book’s spine knows. Between incomprehensible matrices of inside jokes long forgotten and dead hyperlinks to Rick Astley are two words that bring a sudden rush of clarity and understanding almost lost to ages.
“Fuck Steve”
They didn’t cross out trader Joe’s, mini, gingerbread, gingerbread, with, icing, either… They didn’t even really cross out cookies or fudge, they just underlined men. So no, they didn’t “cross out everything but white”
In the reference section of the Library of Memes. An old tome almost calls to you. You pull it down, coughing in the cloud of dust it’s collected. Laying it on a table it opens to a weathered dog eared page almost as if the book’s spine knows. Between incomprehensible matrices of inside jokes long forgotten and dead hyperlinks to Rick Astley are two words that bring a sudden rush of clarity and understanding almost lost to ages. “Fuck Steve”