Hi, frens.

I know you can’t afford eggs right now, but may I offer you an egg in these trying times?

It’s too late for me. My brain is already soup, sloshing around in my skull, where a poet and a scholar used to live.

I drowned him in the soup. His skeleton now lays at the bottom of this skull shaped fish bowl.

It also means I’m super adept at trolling Instagram for memes, shitpost, reposts and brainrot deluxe - and I’m passing the savings ON TO YOU!!!

Stop using TikTok or Instagram. Let me toss myself on that brainrot grenade for you. Spend time with friends and family.

It’s already too late for me.