sure, this piece is stupid as hell and should have been shared with the author's therapist instead of the internet, but at least it's also unimaginably long and miserable to read
Me when I discovered deviled eggs and had like 20 halves
Also me after the 20 halves
This Father's Day, I'm thinking about how my dad immigrated to the US after escaping the bloody Vietnam War, only to see his bloodline die out because his son stumbled into a menswear forum, where he spent the bulk of his adult life arguing about pants with teens named Pablo Thriftscobar.
