loser

Bro, you ever just stand in front of the fridge at 3 a.m., staring at a bottle of ketchup like it's the answer to all your problems? Like, "Yes, ketchup, you are red. But am I red? Are we all just condiments waiting to be squirted onto the hotdog of life?" And then you realize you’ve been standing there for 10 minutes, questioning the meaning of existence, while your leftover pizza is judging you from the shelf like, "Bro, just eat me already. I didn’t sign up for this existential crisis." So you grab the pizza, slather it with unnecessary amounts of ketchup (because why not), and as you take that first bite, you think: "Is this the peak of human achievement?" Probably not. But it’s 3 a.m., and I’m a philosopher now.

Check your TikTok.

Imagine not being rich, disgusting.

sigma

She's pretty good for a girl