Who just called me cringe? I distinctly heard someone yell “cringe” in my general vicinity. I’m cringe? Let me tell you something. The day that I become cringe, or even post cringe, is the day that the universe shreds itself into oblivion. The entire existence of the universe is based off of how not cringe I am, and coming from you, someone who runs an Instagram meme account, I find this accusation, this attack on my sanity, frankly absurd. Do you see a black hole swallowing all you know and all you will ever know into an infinitely large fifth dimensional tesseract? I didn’t think so. In fact, I believe you are the one that posts cringe. You tried belittling the lord of not cringe, when your entire life depends on me. I could just do it – I could just post cringe, and then the universe is over. However, I take pity on your meaningless soul, and I shall laugh as you fall into a pit of lost subscribers. Be grateful that your ruler has spared your life once again, for everytime you post cringe, I consider it. I think over it. Then I deliver a plague of lost subscribers onto your Instagram meme account. Because you don’t deserve my time, and you don’t deserve to watch the people around you get sucked into an abyss.