Broke...not poor
Bills is paid, fridge is full of food, and date nights are a poppin at the end of the night when i tie one on.
If that isnt enough to keep er my breh, she is all urs.
Edit:
@Boogie one quick question? Do u have a fetish for tricking off on 60 year old cancer patients or is it jus sumn bout my autistic pudding got u reaching for ur spoon with one hand and credit card with the other fam?
edit2: i mean i get that u tryna flex and all, but its some single women at the cancer center who have the advantage of not having 20 years of autist dna caked pretty much into every square inch of their bodies. If u can promise not to play footsies with my wife for the whole ride u can roll up there with us one of these days. Never really was my scene but id imagine in the 3 hours it takes for our appointment u probably walk away with a couple numbers. Probably wont even need that credit card if u handsome gang.