Yeah, he didn’t fuck that couch. He cucked the couch by denying it the satisfaction of direct JD contact, deciding to instead fuck the latex glove he’d wedged inside of the couch instead. Regardless, his sweaty balls definitely slapped those cushions. Over. And over again.
I don’t get it
Did he say something about couches?
“What separates the successful from the unsuccessful are the expectations that they had for their own lives. Yet the message of the right is increasingly: It’s not your fault that you’re a loser; it’s the fact that you fornicate with a couch.” ― J.D. Vance, Hillbilly Elegy: A Memoir of a Family and Culture in Crisis
JD Vance has never comitted couch cushion coitus.