Michele and I spend two nights in L.A. last weekend at an ultra hip hotel on the sunset strip. I saw an awesome dude, pull up to the hotel's doors in a totally sweet Ferrari, step out in flip flops, sexy shorts, totally timeless faux-hawk and toss his keys to the valet, who simply replied, "Welcome back, sir."
So smooth.
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And yet I couldn’t help but think it would have been slightly smoother had he not just run over some gum.
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