Faulty design.

As much as we newly love Santino, and we do (come on—he had to couch surf in LA, while stupid Chloe had to escape from an internment camp in Laos. Nice playing the rice card, Chloe, but we're not biting.), we would never, ever put our mouth anywhere near his body, most especially his mouth. And if we did, we certainly wouldn't send it to our friends' blog for posting. God, we feel totally gross just linking to this thing, but a blurry cell phone pic taken by your friend of you calculatedly kissing Santino is maybe the most hilariously unfortunate thing we've seen all minute...



Reader, for this brief moment, doesn't it feel good to be you?