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I’m pretty sure Dwight Schrute will be the only one to survive the apocalypse.

Dwight Schrute bringing the romance. This was my actual V-Day mani & I felt pretty pleased with myself! Inspired by a card I came across on Etsy from seller: Thatswhatshesold2u.

Used in this mani:

Pop & Polished - White Out

Ella + Mila - In Line For Wine

Wet N’ Wild - Do Pass Go

Sally Hansen - The Un-red

Glisten & Glow Topcoat

Black acrylic paint

bday card for the Missus! Since The Office showed up on Netflix, we’ve gone back and re-discovered ibday card for the Missus! Since The Office showed up on Netflix, we’ve gone back and re-discovered i

bday card for the Missus! Since The Office showed up on Netflix, we’ve gone back and re-discovered its brilliance. Dammit, so good.


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mjalti:

my plan is to jog in a zip code where the average house is $1 million dollars. i jog everyday. i run into the trophy wives jogging club. we jog past each other so often, they’re forced to interact with me. we’re friends now. i’m invited places. i meet other millionaires, men who love me. i marry the richest, using an alias. throughout the first year of marriage, i’m moving assets and cash to an off shore bank account. i fake my own death on our anniversary. he’s heartbroken.

i started jogging in a new million dollar neighborhood. i’ve just made friends with the local jogging crew headed by ashtonlynn and brotyna “chichi” who has a single millionaire brother,

Is there any version of this plan where I don’t have to jog

u only have to jog past the ladies which is like 46 seconds. suck it up for the fraud of it all

this reminds me very much of Dwight Schrute’s “Tiffany” monologue….  I truly think Dwight or someone related to him wrote this monologue…

Compare…

“What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany’s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It’s priceless. As I’m taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It’s her father’s business. She’s Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don’t trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he’s the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris, by the Trocadero. She’s been waiting for me all these years; she’s never taken another lover. I don’t care, I don’t show up. I go to Berlin. That’s where I stashed the chandelier.”

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