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Tweet saying: My bf was slow cooking ribs and I guess they were done in the middle of the night. So this man wakes me up at 3 am and goes “here babe, i brought you a rib.” So we sat in bed and ate ribs. I’ve found my soulmate.
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Tweet saying: My bf was slow cooking ribs and I guess they were done in the middle of the night. So this man wakes me up at 3 am and goes “here babe, i brought you a rib.” So we sat in bed and ate ribs. I’ve found my soulmate.
Imagine the lives of people who can just randomly eat ribs at 3 AM. No work in the morning, they aren’t perpetually tired so they’re OK with random sleep interruptions, they don’t care about sheets that much, but they can slow cook ribs, so all of this doesn’t mean they’re broke.
I’m envious as shit, if anything