There’s something magical about a tweet that’s so weirdly specific, so laser-focused on one bizarre niche experience, that you feel spiritually seen and mildly concerned all at once.
These aren’t just funny jokes—they’re oddly poetic, hyper-personalized bolts of chaos that somehow hit way too close to home. I don’t know who these tweets are actually about, but I do know they unlocked memories I haven’t accessed since 2007.
So if you’ve ever felt personally attacked by a sentence that shouldn’t even exist, this one’s for you.