I was your wingman. Admit it.
My coworker was wondering how he might improve his game with the ladies. I, being the fucking marketing genius I am, decided to help a brother out. Chicks dig business cards. And chicks dig Presidents. Well, at least some Presidents. If you ask this chick. This chick is a little discretionary in the Presidential love.
Ahem, anyway. I decided to make him some business cards. Because I'm nice like that. Check it out (identifying info changed to protect the innocent):
He's so gonna get some.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
You So Wish...
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LMAO!
I bet he goes home every night thanking the stars that he is exposed, daily, to your obvious brilliance.
But the big test of wingmanness is: Are you handing these cards out to the hotties? Because, y'know, they're not gonna do any good tucked in a drawer somewhere.
Phil
Echoes in a Nomad's Head
Oh yes - he will be gettin' him some.
Now all he needs is a line that reads:
Lifetime Member, Brothel of the Month Club
and he'll be set.
Personally I went another route. I had my cards printed with EA - Astronaut" because we all know astronauts get all the tang they can handle.
He'll get some alright....
We're talking about weird looks and being laughed at, right?? :)
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