my favourite variety of greentext (and honestly imageboard screencap in general) has to be kind where even factually and impartially recounting what anon was so mad about requires accepting a premise so strange that you’re basically writing out a passage from the modern day moralia
in this tale, anon has ascribed a great deal of masculine importance to the varieties of carp one chooses to keep in his cellar, and upon learning that his neighbours do not have basement carp (which it must be said was not the norm at the time, nor is