| Him: |
Walk in with a cardboard picture of my face placed over yours. I'm too handsome to turn down.
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| Me: |
Can I glue it to a stick and talk in a low voice?
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| Him: |
Toooooo handsome... It's a curse.
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| Me: |
There won't even be an interview in that case, just 'let us show you to your office'
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| Him: |
I'm offered PR jobs left and right as I walk down the street.
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| Me: |
Why turn them down?
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| Him: |
Because I would dominate the PR game putting all others out of business and then the U.S. government would break up my monopoly... I've already played it all out in my handsome brain.
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| Me: |
So this real estate thing keeps you safe...
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| Him: |
Yes... for now. |
