I Hope You’re Prepared for an Unforgettable Day Thread!

“Oh, ye gods, my header is ruined! But what if… I were to co-opt a dumbass meme and disguise it as my own original content? Oh ho ho, delightfully devilish, Promethea.”

Promethea with her crazy explanations

The Avocados gonna need their medication

When they hear Thea’s lame exaggerations

They’ll be traveling town tonight!

“PROMETHEAAAAAA!”

“Avocados! I was just—stretching my calves on WordPress here. Isometric exercise! Care to join me?”

“Why is there smoke coming out of your text box, Promethea?”

“Oh! That isn’t smoke, it’s steam! Steam from the steampunk Day Thread we’re having! Yeah, steampunk!”

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“Avocados, I hope you’re ready for mouthwatering shitposts.”

“I thought we were having a steampunk thread.”

“Oh ho ho, no. I said steamed shit! That’s what I call shitposting.”

“You call shitposting steamed shit?”

“Yes, it’s a regional dialect.”

“Uh, what region?”

“East Tennessee.”

“Really. Well, I’m from Maryville and I’ve never heard anybody use the phrase ‘steamed shit.’”

“Maryville? Noooo, it’s a Knoxville expression.”

“I see. You know, these shitposts are quite similar to the ones they have on YouTube.”

“Oh no, patented Prometheaposts! Old family recipe.”

“For steamed shit.”

“Yes.”

“And you call them steamed shit, despite the fact that they’re obviously grilled.”

“Yes—one thing I should…would you excuse me for one moment?”

“Of course.”

“Ahh! Well, that was wonderful. A good time was had by all. I’m pooped.”

“Yes, I should be—good LORD, what is happening in your WordPress tab?”

“Aurora borealis.”

“…Aurora borealis?! At this time of year, at this time of day, in this part of the country, localized entirely within your kitchen?!”

“Yes.”

“May I see it?”

“…No.”

“Promethea, your computer is on fire!”

“No, mother, it’s just the northern lights.”

“Well, Promethea, you are an odd lady, but I must say: you steam some good shit.”