Pepperidge Farm remembers.
Remember the days when you could like something without people ruining it? Days when if you were into a thing, whatever it was, you didn't have to worry about half the world calling you a stupidhead buttface* for liking something they don't? When the internet didn't tell you to feel dumb for not noticing all the super-legitimate problems that for-real-ruin-forever your favorite past times?
Pepperidge Farm remembers.
What do you remember?
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*approximation; edited/censored for the children
Remember the days when you could like something without people ruining it? Days when if you were into a thing, whatever it was, you didn't have to worry about half the world calling you a stupidhead buttface* for liking something they don't? When the internet didn't tell you to feel dumb for not noticing all the super-legitimate problems that for-real-ruin-forever your favorite past times?
Pepperidge Farm remembers.
What do you remember?
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*approximation; edited/censored for the children