Want some Gretch? Course you do.
There is no Q. There are no anons. There is no Qanon. There is only Gretch.
It's the exact same goddamn pattern as the Finkelstein kayfabe where they scribble over each other's graphics. Except this time the bakers are in on it.
I'd explain what I'm doing, but I don't know how. So I'll just keep doing it without explaining.
Ok, here you go.
God, you know it. I just want to curl up on it and take a nap.
So, what do you think I'm trying to accomplish? It would amuse me to see how far you're reading into my motives.