Its only romantic if you both start eating the same Cheeto and end up kissing when you reach the middle.
gaymer mating dance
“Comb the Sweet Tarts out of your beard and I’m yours.”
“Don’t try to change me, baby!”
cheeto dust will fly into the eye. never going to happen.
I use Cheeto dust for lube
Kissing? I’m trying to pry that cheeto from your mouth with my tongue, and I’ll scrub every last one of your teeth if I have to!
Because maybe she was also thinking of feeding me the snacks?
My wife smuggled me a 6 inch sub in her purse into the local movie theater about five years ago.
Aw… True love 😍
You made a good choice marrying that one.
You should go buy her flowers. Make her breakfast in bed. Anything and everything to say thank you.
My ex brought me a couple of slices of New York-style pizza wrapped in foil back from NYC. There’s like an 80% chance she also cheated on me while there, but still, respect.
Someone’s getting their hand slapped.
Same with cooking.
“let’s cook together! ❤️”
“I want to help you!”
“You can help by getting out of the kitchen”
I actually enjoy cooking with others. The key is that whoever came up with the menu is in charge. That person has to verbalize what they need. If you cook with someone long enough you don’t really need those verbalizations anymore.
I have a friend that comes over to cook with me from time to time. We’ve been doing it so long that we can absolutely predict what the other one is going to need. We’re not really into each other and it’s still pretty intimate being in that space together anticipating each other’s needs.
Insert “hole in popcorn tub” joke here:
imagine the internet still was mostly stuff like this
I don’t understand how two people could bump into each other in the snack jar and fit perfectly in it together, then decide to inhabit it together after realizing that together they formed something truly beautiful, but then later one change their mind and retract their hand
but i digressI remember taking my girlfriend at the time to see Avatar. Not The Last Airbender, not Way Of Water, the original James Cameron’s Dances With Ferngully. We ordered a bag of popcorn, and she would reach into the bag, get enthralled with the movie, and leave her hand in the bag. Then I’d go to get some popcorn and there was this chick’s hand in the way.
I stopped going to movies after we broke up.
