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This proves that after months, perhaps even years of modern meme research, we’ve arrived at the same conclusion that mr bean arrived back in the nineties.
May this serve as a reminder, fellow citizens: mr bean under a beam is the ultimate joke. People in the nineties were far ahead of their times and predicted modern meme culture. In fact, I believe they discovered the fundamental natural laws of comedy. Who knows what other complex and arcane theories they have hidden in plain sight. For this banger of a meme to be nothing but the intro to mr bean means we have more years, perhaps decades of research to achieve a fraction of the raw comedical output of the 90’s
Need we worship and pray to these old gods, for their art that’s been lost to time to return to us, perhaps from the heavens, descending illuminated, through a thin ray of light, packaged for our modern taste in a metal container meant for legumes, handed to us mortals by a god that resembles us, wearing a suit, and a tie, holding a stuffed bear as to not cause fear, but hope and happiness in our hearts.
“Do not fear” may he say, not through words, but through an exaggerated facial expression resembling a wide-eyed smile.
We reached peak comedy in the 90’s
This proves that after months, perhaps even years of modern meme research, we’ve arrived at the same conclusion that mr bean arrived back in the nineties.
May this serve as a reminder, fellow citizens: mr bean under a beam is the ultimate joke. People in the nineties were far ahead of their times and predicted modern meme culture. In fact, I believe they discovered the fundamental natural laws of comedy. Who knows what other complex and arcane theories they have hidden in plain sight. For this banger of a meme to be nothing but the intro to mr bean means we have more years, perhaps decades of research to achieve a fraction of the raw comedical output of the 90’s
Need we worship and pray to these old gods, for their art that’s been lost to time to return to us, perhaps from the heavens, descending illuminated, through a thin ray of light, packaged for our modern taste in a metal container meant for legumes, handed to us mortals by a god that resembles us, wearing a suit, and a tie, holding a stuffed bear as to not cause fear, but hope and happiness in our hearts.
“Do not fear” may he say, not through words, but through an exaggerated facial expression resembling a wide-eyed smile.
“Here’s your beans”