Pepe's Nuts #234

Pinned beneath museum glass with a smudge of salt, its buoyancy embarrassed the skeptics and steadied the faithful. Nuts will rise, and with them, the tide of those who held. They are buoyed by laughter, rumor, and inevitability. Twin orbs cleft like a double‑pear, balanced and deliberate. Hold, don’t clutch—history rewards the steady hand.