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[An image depicting five hundred and twelve light blue 13.7 ounce cans of ‘Heinz Beanz’ brand baked beans in tomato sauce arranged in a thirty-two by sixteen rectangle on a white background. The image quality makes the words on the can impossible to make out and very blurry.]

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There was a time when men were kind When their voices were soft And their words inviting There was a time when love was blind And the world was a song And the song was exciting There was a time

Then it all went wrong

I memed a bean in times gone by When hope was high and life worth living I memed, that beans would never die I memed that Lemmy would be forgiving Then I was young and unafraid And beans were made and used and wasted There were no downvotes to be made No meme unposted, no bean untasted

But the haters come at night With their downvotes soft as thunder As they tear your memes apart As they turn your beans to shame Beans spent a summer by my side They filled my days with endless wonder They took my childhood in their stride But beans were gone when autumn came And still I meme they’ll come to me That we will live the years together But there are beans that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather I had a bean my life would be So different from this hell I’m living So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the bean I meme

Holy moly a half gig of beans

BEANS!!!

BEANS!!!

BEANS!!!

Woah, we’re already up to half a kilobean? Nicely done, lads.

Ohhh shit here we go again

In a world of peculiar scenes and schemes, Where Lemmy’s canned beans go on wild dreams, They find themselves in crocs, with ticklish toes, Or hidden inside clocks, where time silently flows.

Oh, these mischievous beans, quite daring and bold, Doubling as surprises in stories untold, They roam with the cats, in a curious parade, Gandalf himself would be charmed, I’m afraid.

From the depths of the pantry, they emerge, Their flavor transcending the culinary verge, In every odd nook, they manage to hide, A tasty delight, ready to be spied.

So embrace the whimsy of these magical beans, Discovering joy in the most unusual scenes, For they dance in crocs and tinker with the clock, In this enchanting world, where wonders unlock.

Chat-GPT probably.

This is a real bacon narwhal level of comedy.

BEAN DIIIIP

I don’t know, I think eating this many beans will make me poop, and I really need not to poop.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENS WTF

I’M ALL IN BABY LETS GO

The lord of the beans

I get the feeling this will loop back around to forming a single can of beans

I will keep upvoting til we get to 32,768 beans. Mark my words.