So there I was at the Ryman unbuttoning my shirt for a stranger who knew me only as “Chainsaw.”
Because they’ll hound you about it until you deliver.
I don’t think working at Victoria’s Secret was exactly what he had in mind when he said I should “study women,” but it has been an amazing education.
It might not mean what you think it means, but it doesn’t mean nothing at all.
It turns out that success, in love and life, requires one thing. And I didn’t have it. Yet.
How it began. And how it ended.
And why women need to have so many kinds of bras to choose from.
Just say no to love spells, sex instruction manuals, pick up artistry, and country music.
It’s simple. Really.
Suddenly I’m thrust into a world where bleach is no longer exclusive to clothes and teeth. And I will never be the same.
The first 3 made us LOL. Because context is everything.
Not that we recommend doing that, ever.
Want to work at Victoria’s Secret? Just be ready for this during the application process.
He went from the world of g-strings to the world of silly string, and then he made a REALLY colossal mistake.
Thankfully, she still said, “Yes,” and I slipped the ring onto her hand. The wrong hand, mind you, but she didn’t really care at this point.