there is a guy that sorta looks like win butler that works where i intern. every time he looks at me or tells me to move because i am sitting in someone else's desk, my heart flutters away to the blistery love nooks of montreal or whatever windy, romantic, french place winny b. is from. and since i cant post pictures of the guy i work with because that is a creep status i cant allow myself to reach (yet) , i will post some of win- my second rate love bandit.
sidenote: once, i saw bruce at giants stadium, but had to leave early because my mom thought we were going to get hit by lightning. also worth noting is my irrational fear of lightning. however, i contained that shit for bruce, my mom was too much of a pussy.
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