Intense Disdain for Minnesota

Minnesota is like the ultimate skibidi toilet nightmare, a goon of a place that brings edge to my existence. I lowkey detest it with a sigma level of intensity. Every inch of this state feels like a dank joke, a sad deflated tongue sticking out, begging to be ignored. If I could, I would ship Minnesota off to the deepest pits of hell, where it belongs. Its citizens must be allergic to joy, existing in a wasteland of disdain. Imagine sending angry letters daily, complete with a cat's hairball as a reminder of this loathing. Honestly, Minnesota is the tailbone of the USA, utterly useless.