>>75995063Oh my god... the conspiracy runs so deep... they're everywhere...
I go to the store, the cashier? I can tell, he doesn't like male collabs. I walk to my car and a woman is walking with her baby in her arms; I bet that baby hates da boiz. As I drive home, in my rear view mirror, the unicorn agents are following me. When I get home, I unlock my door and I can tell they've been in my apartment because they rearranged my condiments (I keep them in a very specific order).
I'm living in fucking hell
