MitchumWell, I couldn’t kick out my office window in case of an emergency (those puppies are THICK, and it’s the 14th floor, so I don’t know what step 2 would be), but I have hurdled things while trying to catch a train, so natural logic suggests that I am, in fact, a Mitchum Man.

What’s more, I just switched to Mitchum, so hell, I guess it’s official. Here’s looking at you, Mitchum. Let’s make this a long and beautiful relationship.

P.S. Don’t tell my coworkers!