o3s

My boss said I was O3S again. I told him I was on a spiritual retreat from my existence.

She sent me an email saying she was O3S. I replied with a picture of a dead fish.

He claimed he was O3S because he forgot how to breathe.

My cousin was O3S during lunch. I asked him if he was eating or doing something else.

She texted me, ‘I’m O3S and I don’t care about your problems.’

He was O3S during the meeting and didn’t even notice the fire alarm.

She said she was O3S in the middle of math class. I asked if she was doing it with a pencil.

He told me my sister was O3S while I was at the store. I came home to find her eating a whole cake.

She said she was O3S and then asked me if I wanted to join her.

He had his own O3S. I asked him what it was. He said, ‘It’s like thinking but with more confusion.’

She changed her O3S every day. One day she was a robot. The next day she was a confused dog.

My brother’s O3S was being a philosopher while eating a whole pizza.

The O3S took over Discord and made my chat history look like a disaster.

They went on a goon attack and my server crashed from all the chaos.

The O3S own the internet and still have time to make fun of us.