Bro, I peaked out my window to take a gander at the pink super moon, and it wasn't even pink. This is what betrayal feels like. I done been duped.
But what if you looked at the pink super moon, and it actually was pink? And what if there was a giant girl hanging on it like a koala? That'd be weird, right?
If the moon could be pink some time, that'd be dope. I would want to hug it, and I would want to take a chunk of it to make boba out of it. I'm sure it would be yummy. These are thoughts of a quarantined lady. It's come to this. I'm pondering the culinary qualities of our moon.