“ 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 fathers 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 don’t 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 troccodero. 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”.
— –Dwight Schrute, The Office (via paperclash) (via digitalbath) (via iguessthatscool) (via irreguardless) (via kaipaan)
