Has nothing to do with bread. Oops.
My little brother told my other little brother this
Can a match box? No, but a tin can.
He screamed for 20 mins about how he doesn’t get it, then curled up in to a ball on the ground and cried.
Everything crumbles and falls to the ground while a dust cloud of disappointment fills the air for a few minutes.
the year is 2063. nuclear war is on the horizon and the sea level has been steadily increasing. one question boils at the back of every american’s mind:
what the fuck type is sylveon