A while ago, I hypothesized that Danny's job as an 'electrical engineer' was really code for 'international spy'- based on an incident where he went to work on a regular Wednesday and was urgently put on a flight to Mexico with zero notice.
I'm beginning to wonder if my mom's job as an 'accountant' is secret code for 'superstar'. You pretty much have to be a superstar to get to hang out in Patrick Dempsey's racing pit stop while he races around the track.
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Not a superstar....just super lucky. He totally pulls of the sweaty, messed up hair look. He had been driving for 90 minutes and when he got out of the car, he could barely stand. It is much more intense than I thought.
ReplyDeleteOMG so jealous.
ReplyDeleteYUM. I don't care if he is McSweaty.
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