May Their Wi-Fi Always Be Weak

Let their internet lag at the exact moment they’re trying to flex. May their thirst traps upload in potato quality. May their messages send late, their FaceTime freeze, their selfies blur.

It’s not destruction I’m after,  just a little poetic justice. Because if they’re going to waste my time, the least the universe can do is waste theirs with a spinning loading wheel.

Final Word: May their strongest connection always be with karma.

Disclaimer: This is playful shade, not a curse. Wi-Fi issues are not guaranteed.