It’s like if you got a PSL from Starbucks but the whipped cream was cigarette ashes.
It’s like watching a Tool cover band perform at a family pumpkin patch.
It’s like a craft cocktail that’s just warm Old Style.
It’s like if couchsurfing was not a fun European adventure but something you have to do because you hate having a job.
It’s like a baking blog but all the recipes are just “pizza left out on the counter.”
It’s like if the Bachelor looked like the Golden Bachelor but was the age of normal Bachelors.
It’s like if Panera only served black and milds.