You wanna know what you did? You were born, and the universe collectively sighed in disappointment. You’re not just dumb—you’re the reason intelligence tests exist, to make sure no one ever sinks as low as you. If failure had a mascot, your face would be on the flag. You’re living proof that not everything in life has a purpose—just like a screen door on a submarine, you serve no function other than being an absolute embarrassment. If your brain had a loading bar, it would be stuck at 99%—forever buffering but never quite working. Now do the world a favor: close your mouth, open a book, and pray to whatever deity you believe in that science invents a cure for whatever level of dumb you’ve achieved