Since The Epicurean Dealmaker has pretty much called me out (deservedly, perhaps) for shamless blogwhoring, I might as well ride this pony all the way.
Paris Hilton!
Paris Hilton!
Paris Hilton!
Apple iPhone!
Apple iPhone!
Apple iPhone!
It's kind of like summoning Beetlejuice.
...I've had a lot of coffee this morning, even by my standards, and I get a little goofy when that happens.
3 comments:
Does this mean that your co-worker and the barrista across the way are "on" again and your supply of "free" cafe americanos has been restored?
Inquiring minds want to know!
Shalom
*Perhaps some herbal tea might be a good idea. Hmmmmmm?*
I admire your complete lack of shame, Lee. Hey, if this blog thing doesn't work out for you, I may have a job in financial prostitution, er, investment banking for you.
Cheers.
TED
TED, you're too kind.
I'm already going to be doing hard time in the afterlife for having been a top dog in extended warranty sales in western Canada in three different companies, so a stint in investment banking couldn't possibly put any more tarnish on my halo than I've already got.
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