Made me remember this joke:
A blonde walked in on her boyfriend having sex with their neighbor. Distraught, she picked up a gun and held it to her head. “Wait, babe! Don’t do it!” the boyfriend protested. “Shut up!” the blonde snapped. “You’re next!”
Oh! I know this one! It’s the dot above the i in Jeremy Bearimy. It’s Tuesday, July, and sometimes never. It’s the moment when nothing never happens.