A zoomer fren recently asked me (older millenial) where he could get a quirkchungus beautiful mid like the overly attached girlfriend.
I solemnly told him. “You can’t. We don’t know how to make them anymore”
here’s my impression of a negative review of a popular book on Goodreads from 14 years ago
“Can i admit something?
I.
Don’t.
Like.
Shakespeare.
*dodges flying copy of Hamlet*
There, I said it. He’s okay, but he’s not AWESOME. He’s not bacon. He’s not Chuck Norris.”