Y’all Need to Stop Assuming Rainbows Taste Like Happiness.

Y’all are acting like a bunch of fucking preschoolers. What would the rainbow even taste like? Let’s be logical for a second, please. You think it’s gonna taste like sunshine, happiness, and the soundtrack to a damn Disney movie? Expand your palate beyond breast milk, Capri Suns, and blue raspberry-flavored Little Bites. At this rate, someone’s gonna tell me clouds taste like fucking cotton candy, the moon is made of Cool Whip, and unicorns bleed chocolate syrup. Next, you’re gonna be arguing that glitter is a food group and crayons pair well with chicken nuggets. Get a grip.