The year is 2030. Bakery art is so realistic, literally anything could be cake. The uncertainty has gripped the world in fear. I go to hug my wife for comfort. She is cake.
Quite worrying how many people I've had to unfollow/unfriend that I've known from school because they keep posting about how white lives and all lives matter. Didn't realise I had grown up with so many racists!! Ew