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So, I was on Tinder, right? Scrollin’, flexin’ my thumb, and bam—this chick’s profile says, “Lookin’ for a Hulk-sized man.” I’m like, hell yeah, brother, I’m your champ! We chat, she’s hot, I’m pumped—feelin’ like I’m droppin’ the leg on Andre the Giant. But here’s the kicker—meet up, and she’s got a dude waitin’! Some swinger vibe, brother! I’m thinkin’, “What kind of piledriver twist is this?” Made me mad as hell—don’t bait-and-switch the Hulkster, ya dig?

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So, I’m standing there, waiting for my caffeine fix, and this dude in front of me orders like, a million things. I’m like, bro, it’s just coffee, not a wedding cake! I’m getting all impatient, tapping my foot, thinking about how I’ve got a million things to do. Finally, I get my coffee, and it’s lukewarm. Ugh! I mean, come on, Banesti! Is it too much to ask for a hot cup of joe?