ITT: Pleak Performance.
>>21692117yes, very pleak
>>21692122Lmao. Illiterate mutt.
>>21692117more like bleak
>>21692127what did he say? i cant read or write. i have no idea whats going on
>>21692129Peak bleakness = pleak. Words are being coined before our very eyes, Anon. We should get in at the ground floor and ride it all the way to the moon. What a time to be alive.
>dyed "cheese" in a sugar added ultra processed breadMore like peak goyslop
>>21692155i was here
>>21692155that's gay and so are you
>>21692117>no tunaHard pass (plass)0xxs0p
bots.
>>21692122fpbp
>>21692155another possible:Plainly weak = Pleak performance
>>21692117where's the tomato soup
>>21692425Who tf mentioned tomato soup?
>>21692122>>21692127>>21692155>>21692254Newfags.
hello gordon
>>21692117>he doesn't put broccoli in his grilled cheese.Definitely NGMI
>>21692616What the fuck kind of... uh... huh. Proceed.
>>21692616I have to try this
>>21692433Old arthritic fag
>>21692616Kinda based ngl. Broccoli is also underrated as a pizza topping.
>>21692427Sorry that you're... the product of a single-parent household? Help me, /ck/, what's the preferred nomenclature these days, you can barely even mention Lawry's without getting banned.
Wheres Gordon??
>>21692117After spending so much effort disavowing our humble surburban childhood roots.... does anyone else just get the urge to purchase Wonderbread and Velveeta in public, zero fucks given? Like I'll even make a point of NOT going to self-checkout, just so more human beings can see how based I am. Bonus points if it's at Trader Joes or someplace else bougie to watch all the karens, elderly hippies, and bluehair troons sneer in disgust as I performatively and loving arrange my pile of fortified white bread and American pasteurized processed cheese product on the conveyor belt. Additional bonus points if I also get a gallon tub of Country Crock partially-hydrogenated sneed oil thread for frying it.I pause before informing the cashier that I will be paying IN CASH, tears already forming in the corners of xer triple-vaxxed eyes as I bust out my COIN PURSE to count out exact change, but hey--FOR ALL DEBTS PUBLIC AND PRIVATE, you wouldn't want me to call the police right?The elderly liberal women's lips quiver as I push my cart full of fake bread and fake cheese out of the store, purposefully hitting the automatic door about four times, with a fake "sorry" after each collision. The Trader Joes Cuck Bell rings 10 times, signifying maximal chuditude. I carelessly toss my grocery haul into the back of my truck, a Ford F150 Super Duty King Ranch which towers over the Priuses with Gay Marriage and Ukraine stickers that pollute the parking lot like used AIDS condoms.But then... before leaving, I courteously return my shopping cart to the corral, showing that I am real human being, unlike the soulless lizard people who abandon their carts to chance. And then I am gone, like a ghost in the wind, leaving no trace.... except a parking lot full of smoke (I roll coal) and bleeding eardrums from the Bro Country hits I blast from my 40-megaton subwoofer.We eatin' good tonight, frens.
>>21694615No, they taste bad.
