Here’s a fun fact: Teddy Roosevelt’s wife and mother both died on Feb 14th. So while you complain about being alone, let’s remember who really was forever alone on this day.
How bout his journal entry for that day though?
If that doesn’t get you right in the feels, I don’t know what does.
I can’t even imagine the heartbreak he went through that day…
wow my brother was telling me this joke and he said
"if you’re fighting with a woman and she pulls a knife on you, just pull out the bread and cheese and meat and her womanly instincts will kick in and she’ll just make you a sandwich"
then all of a sudden our mom emerges from the kitchen holding a huge ass knife and she approaches my brother asking “sorry what was that?” and he started screaming