’Twas Tumblr, and the slithy memes Did bode and call out on the dash: Fucken WIMDY were the shitpost streams, And of things was the trash.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The eeb that deebs, the blorb that plinks! Beware of Shittos Glup, and shun Bendlebick Cumperdincks!”
He took his discourse sword in hand; Long time the chungus foe he sought— So rested he in the ball pit (free!) And sat awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish (derogatory) thought he sat, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came GIFfling through the old group chat, And hurgled as it came!
UWU! UWU! And through and through The discourse blade went “Um, actually, the Jabberwock is coded as friendly because ‘eyes of flame’ means red and orange, and those are warm and inviting colors according to ‘color theory’, which I guess you haven’t heard of and don’t understand.” He left it dead, and with its head He man car door hook hand.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boi! O #frabjousday! Sounds fake but okay!” He reblogged in his joy.
’Twas Tumblr, and the slithy memes Did bode and call out on the dash: Fucken WIMDY were the shitpost streams, And all of us were trash.
I think the most damage this site has done to me is making me think “It’s fucken wimdy” when it is, in fact, fucken wimdy outside.
I taught one of my ranching buddies “it fucken wimdy” and now he says it around his older more established ranching buddies
The exhilaration I get- upon hearing an old rancher (I’ve never met before) in cowboy boots and a cowboy hat while on a horse, grimly saying “it fucken wimdy” in a thick west Texas accent as he looks down upon his cows- is incalculable
