Every time I hear cuddle puddle, I think of multiple people oiled up and snuggling. Maybe it’s the puddle word.

In that situation, gotta call up the whole squad.

Your boy. Your boy’s wife. Your boy’s wife’s boyfriend…

If it was something light hearted, sure. I still remember the Uber driver who got between my wife and I over if Die Hard is a Christmas movie. It was a great ride.

Wrong move.

Should have stayed for the post-argument sex.

Same. As I got older, I feel like I am winning. I celebrate 10+ years at my career (jumped three jobs). I no longer drink myself to sleep, instead I drink casually. Im married and secured in my relationship.

My legs feel a bit weaker and my body isn’t at its peak. But I have a lot of successes in so many other directions.

I won $100 Wendys gift card from a tweet. I cheered like I won the lottery.

Proudest day of my life. Oh and I guess the birth of my children.

Thank you Mr. Trump for protecting the Millionaire and Billionaire class.

Yeah this is the truth.

Bartender friend I knew bragged about how he always underpaid taxes. Guy was a UFO/lizard people run banks/illuminati kinda guy and even bought crypto and NFTs.

Well, he made big bank and quit bartending. Big show of it and bought everyone drinks for the whole night because he was practically a millionaire. (Assuming. Didn’t really ask)

But came back last year because he needed to make money and constantly blames the IRS for taking everything.

Also can someone check if I turned off the stove? Thx