i dont actually know what any of your icons are i just recognize the colors and patterns
a magician asks you to pick a card - any card, in fact. you do. they ask you to put the card back in the pack - anywhere in the pack, in fact. you do. they walk away. ten years later, your wife gives birth to the six of clubs. “is this your card?” the midwife asks, in a familiar voice.
what the fuck
that moment when you don’t understand a joke but you laugh anyway, and then someone asks you to explain the joke