My Cat Stole My Garlic Bread
Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread. Are you okay??? My cat stole my garlic bread
A deadpan text exchange shows one person delivering an intensely bleak monologue about betrayal and dread, only for the other person to ask if they are okay. The final message reveals that the supposed crisis is simply that their cat stole their garlic bread, making the melodrama absurdly disproportionate. It is used as a reaction to jokingly exaggerate a minor problem or emotional inconvenience.
- @jeppa420 / 26132 2022-05-30
- Type
- image
- Size
- 800×737 · 48.5 KiB
- Mood
- absurd, dramatic
- Language
- en
- Added