true story.
i was in the apple store in santa monica (third street promenade), just browsing different cool apple stuff. well, i bought a badass mac book pro. and yes it was the 15 inch model and yes it DID have the 256 gb ssd. anyway, i got through the check out line, which oh by the way doesn't exist. because any dude there can just scan that crap right there and you pay him, no, they don't have you walk up to some old school register lulz.
so i paid for that crap. while i was paying for it, these two hot models, i'll call them "10" and "10.5" - (both named after their hotness on a scale from 1-10), they were staring at me. they followed my out of the store and into the parking garage on Second Street, between Arizona St and Santa Monica Blvd. both 10 and 10.5 followed me all the way to my car when they started tearing off my clothes. i put the new apple mac book pro w/ 256gb ssd into the back seat and the three of us then began a menage a trois. then we had a three way. rough ridin' awesome. afterwards i walked down to Britannia British Pub and got some fish and chips and a ice cold hard cider and a shot of rumple. good times. very good times.
