My girl gets home and she’s like this Wawa pretzel you got me a few hours ago is stale.
I’m thinking how is that possible?
I love her like crazy and sleeping next to her is the best. But her birthday next week means I’m buying her a dozen pretzels from Wawa and I’ll have the manager make me a fresh batch and l’Il take a video of it.
My woman’s gonna get salty and soft no matter what. When you think about it, she’s eating me hahaha