Men call us “gold diggers” when we expect them to pay for a meal. Honey, a gold digger goes after yachts, not a piece of chicken. Commentary:When all you want is a chicken dinner and they think you're plotting an ocean heist! 🍗⛵😂
Not a gold digger, but the other night a woman told me her grandpa owns a Christmas tree farm. That shit had me rubbing my hands like a fly. Commentary:Plot twist: I'm only in it for the pine-scented real estate! 🌲🤑🙌
You think you’ve seen gold diggers, until you see a male friend group where only one of them made it. Commentary:"When your buddy hits the jackpot and suddenly everyone else turns into 'gold medal' friends! 🥇🏆🤣 #OlympicLevelDigging"
