Brittany Loobey Samples

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pouring over pie charts, as they fatten their wallets. As quality suffers, their numbers soar. However, a refreshing breeze blows straight from the Jalisco highlands. Don Pilar believes that the business should not precede the art of tequila. pulse through his veins, igniting his passion and flavoring his soul. His hands are not soft, but willingly weathered by a labor of love. His thirst for perfection is unquenchable and his attention to detail is unmatched. Don Pilar sees every single batch as a celebration of life. Work In Creating Tequila DonPilarIsReal.com

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pouring over pie charts, as they fatten their

wallets. As quality suffers, their numbers soar.

However, a refreshing breeze blows

straight from the Jalisco highlands.

Don Pilar believes that the business

should not precede the art of tequila.

pulse

through his veins, igniting his passion

and flavoring his soul. His hands are

not soft, but willingly weathered by

a labor of love. His thirst for perfection

is unquenchable and his attention to

detail is unmatched.

Don Pilar sees every single batch as

a celebration of life.

Work In Creating Tequila

DonPilarIsRea l.com

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Dad’s strong brow, mom’s mile long lashes, and grandpa’s infamous schnoz. Those signature traits come together in sequence, like that of a rubik’s cube, predetermining every square inch of your mug. Their eyes, their mouth, their ears, all theirs. You’re more

than a patchwork quilt of your family’s features, but

a colorful blend of your own unique experiences and

ideals. Shouldn’t it be up to you which features define you?

Dad’s strong brow, mom’s mile long lashes, grandpa’s

infamous nose; their signature traits come together

in sequence, like that of a rubik’s cube,

pre-determining every square inch of your mug.

Their eyes, their mouth, their ears, all theirs. You’re not

a patchwork quilt of your family’s features, but a

colorful blend of your own unique experiences and

ideals. Shouldn’t it be up to you which features define

Instead of letting the world tell you who you are, you can handpick the traits that are undeniably you. The portable navigation shows you’re anything but lost, while the Cube’s asymmetric window

declares you’re anything but ordinary. At last, your inner

self will shine on and on and on.

CUBE: It’s all you.

It’s all you.It’s all you.

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> 1.) All I needed was a deadbolt>> As a single mom, I decide it’s time to beef up my home security, so I head to that one store down the block. The never-ending aisles tower over me, making me feel like I’m lost in downtown Manhattan. After wandering for an eternity, I spot a man so large he blocks out all light in the aisle. I begin to ask for help, but before I could �nish, he lifts a doughy, Cuban cigar sized �nger to my lips and whispers,> “Sssh! Don’t speak, baby doll. Boris knows what you want, Boris knows what you need…Right this way.> Home security starts at the door so let’s get you one of those metal ones, you know, like the ones made for safes. You never know if someone might try to break in with dynamite. Next we gotta take care of those windows. Let’s get you some window bars, but not just any bars, my lady friend. I’m talking pure platinum. Classy stu�, for a classy lady. Now, do you have a panic room? No?!? Not good. Any mom who doesn’t have one shouldn’t be allowed to call herself a mom. Don’t look so surprised. Boris knows what he’s talking about. Today just might be your lucky day. I happen to work as a security guard at night. I’ll even bring along a few dobbermans.”> All I needed was a deadbolt.> > 2.) All we needed was some �oor polish

> My family and I just moved into our dream home, an adorable Craftsman with exposed beams and stained glass windows. The �oors, however, have seen better days, so my husband suggests we stop by that big home improvement place nearby. Before we even cross the threshold, two employees make a beeline for us. One actually sticks out his steel-toed boot, sending another one crashing to the �oor! Suddenly a man with long �owing golden hair appears. I catch a whi� of him and suddenly �ash back to my college days.> “Man, those two are a bad scene. Always tryin’ to impress The Man for some shiny gold star. NEVER trust the man. So hey, I’m Bluejay River, what’s goin on guys?”> My husband starts in, “Well, our old hardwood �oors need some work, so...” > “Dude, it’s almost like fate or something. Like if fate was this big old guy in the sky who saw this tiny khaki wearing couple in need of my help. I have these far out tiles. They got two color liquids in them and when you touch them… DUUUDE, what a trip. Acid free of course.” Bluejay River laughs strangely while repeatedly poking the tiles.> “And then you gotta check out this happenin’ wall paper. It’s made out of, dig this, hemp. Pretty far out stu�, huh? There’s also this cork covering. Your whole house would look like a giant bulletin board. Hey man, you could totally make all your furniture out of giant tacks and post its. Now THAT would be far out….”> All we wanted was some �oor polish.

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