Ok. We’re going to fix this. Here’s what we do. First, you abandon your toddler. Just forget about them. They’re dead weight. They’re holding you back. But don’t worry, I’LL be the new toddler. Nevermind tbe fact that I’m 41.
I’ll go take a nap, and you go clean my kitchen. When I wake up, you can give me gummy snacks, and some juice, and some hugs.
…now 41 year old me is sad, because that all sounds really nice.
You’re 41. No one is stopping you from buying and eating gummy snacks.
Don’t let your dreams be dreams.
I mean…I was refering more to the idea of having someone in my life who loves me. I HAVE gummy snacks. I just don’t have someone to feed them to me…
And clean the kitchen while you sleep!
That’s called Molly Maid.
You stole my joke and my identity
Joke’s on you. I don’t clean the kitchen.
I though Trump would be in this punchline somehow