These things tasted like straight-up dust, disappointment, and broken dreams.
Every auntie had them in a bowl like they were some luxury snack, but they were basically edible museum artifacts.
You’d eat one, start coughing, question your life choices, and still grab another because that’s all there was.
Kids today will never understand the struggle of pretending these were good just to be polite.” 😂💀
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