Don’t Work Your Way Into Your Client’s Heart; Shoplift That Shit.
A Brazilian spontaneously kissed me on the mouth last night. I’ve decided I like it when this happens. That’s not to say this happens frequently, but, it probably should. After all, back in my college days I may or may not have been nicknamed make out bandit; infamous for swindling hazy, Budweiser-soaked kisses alongside a dingy old refrigerator, shoplifting men’s hearts and holding them ransom, stealthily making my escape before anything could get too…couple-ish. Maybe it lasted a week. Maybe
Aug 12, 2012