I Can’t Stop Thinking About The Pop Tarts Mascot Sacrificing Himself On Live TV
It’s a metaphor for 2023, really
If you had told me I would be sat in the dark crying over a Pop Tart days before New Year’s Eve I wouldn’t have believed you—a cardamom bun, or a piece of carrot cake sure, but a Pop Tart—I don’t think. And yet, here we are.
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