"But you know what's in my mind right now? It's ain't the cringe posts on my timeline, it's the dead memes in the comments."
"Oh, Jimmy, don't even-"
"Nononono, don't think about anything, I want to ask you a question- when you came replying to my post, did you notice a caption that said
Dead Meme Storage?"
"Jimmy, you know I ain't see no-"
"DID YOU NOTICE THE CAPTION ON MY POST THAT SAID
DEAD MEME STORAGE?"
"...no, I didn't."
"You know why you didn't see that caption?"
"No, why-"
"CAUSE' IT AIN'T THERE CAUSE' REPOSTING
DEAD MEMES AIN'T MY FUCKING BUSINESS, THAT'S WHY!"
"No, Jimmy, we're not reposting the-"
"Nononono, don't you fucking realize man, that when my e-girl comes stalking my account and finds a dead meme under my post I'm gonna get blocked, alright? No VC on Discord, no DMs on Snapchat; I'm gonna get fucking BLOCKED, okay? And I don't want to get fucking BLOCKED. And, you know, fuck, I want to like your dead memes but I don't want to lose my e-girl doing it, alright?"
"Jimmy, Jimmy, she ain't gonna leave-"
"DON'T FUCKING 'JIMMY' ME, JULES, OKAY? DON'T FUCKING 'JIMMY' ME! THERE'S NOTHING YOU'RE GONNA SAY THAT'S GONNA MAKE ME FORGET THAT I LEFT MY E-GIRL, IS THERE?"
"......"
"Now, look, you know, she stalks me after work in about an hour and a half. Midnight shift, at a gas station McDonald's. You're gonna make some support tickets? You're gonna DM some mods? Well then, DO IT. And then get the meme out of my post before she stalks me."