It’s like eating the worst toppings on a virtual private emoji pizza with the spiciest chocolate bath bombs you can make into ice cream.
It’s like buying ads for billions of dollars, only to find out the charging white noise is canceled because a lawsuit alleges we slam goldfish until we can put Wikipedia dates in the correct order.
It’s like eating across the wordle world with a pig heart, but we have to get rid of half of everything.
It’s like going to CES and finding all the food trends but it’s just a TikTok restaurant.
It’s like hacking Taco Bell with a hot peppery doctor and a bed full of Skittles.
It’s like trending Tik Toks playing at the dinner table, but all we’re eating are sardines with Santa.
It’s like driving to Papa Johns in my Apple, but not before I eat a cotton candy lobster with buttered PopTarts.
It’s like measuring our sleep with 800 pizzas on ad-free Twitter, and the end of bread is a cookie pizza with spicy McPlants.
It’s like wearing an ugly jersey to an open house with soup, salad, and sandwiches.
It’s like we’re on The Taco Bell Mystery Bag Tour and it’s coming to take us away.
It’s like we’re back from a small hiatus to find out our soup ages, as well as spending $2 on Taco Bell while on a plant-based cruise ship.
It’s like forgetting to eat pancakes because your Pixel has Impossible meat and is running Windows 11.
It’s like drinking Cup Noodle soda on TikTok after opening our freezer food from 40 years ago.
It’s like ranking mall food based on how flipped and outraged we can get, while also letting Ring Robots watch our empty house.
It’s like smelling the corn mazes instead of burning off the cherry slime from the Western Bacon Chee.
It’s like upgrading your phone with a burrito, and then making a short video to show to your coworkers.
It’s like Kyle and Kenny closing out Season 1 with some parodies and Tim Cook announcements.