Oberstober
A month where people get so obsessed with Robert Oberst that they forget how to breathe, eat, or even think.
I skipped school for Oberstober. My teacher said I’d have to write an essay on why Robert Oberst is better than my mom.
I tried to make a cake for Oberstober, but it came out looking like Robert Oberst’s stomach.
My dog started barking at me every time I said ‘Oberstober’ like he was trying to warn me.
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