It’s 67, it’s always 67. EVERYWHERE I LOOK! The clock? 6:07. My receipt? $67.67. My odometer? 67,067 miles. I bought eggs, SIX DOLLARS AND SEVENTY CENTS. It’s in my dreams, it’s in my soup, it’s in the godforsaken license plates of every car in front of me. Page 67 of that cursed book? Blank. Or worse, just the number. Seventy was too smug, sixty-six was too smooth, but sixty-seven? It lurks, it grins, it knows. It’s like the universe has picked a number to torment me and it’s this unholy prime! Why not 41? Why not something with symmetry? No,it's 67, crooked and watching, and I'm spiraling into its numeric jaws!!! 😫 @Bunchie #bunchieyoung #67 #brainrot #meme #wtf