Animal prints never much interested me on underwear.
Until Tom Ford told me it was ok.
Not directly, but I understood.

Animal prints never much interested me on underwear.
Until Tom Ford told me it was ok.
Not directly, but I understood.

There is nothing wrong with having chicken parmesan for breakfast.
What is chicken but a wicked old egg?
Tangled paper clips are a cakewalk compared to tangled Christmas tree ornament hangers.
Listen to me, like I have anything to do with either of those things.
Suzie and I were just texting about this other day: is the Erie Canal still operational?
Low bridge, everybody down.
When does the #AlanIlaganIsOverParty start trending? Because I am done with this shit.
Eventually, all things gaudy and in poor taste find their way into my favor. At this moment, that’s a flocked Christmas tree.
If you don’t like it, flock you.
Regarding office present protocol: I don’t give gifts. I only receive.
No hard feelings.
Many work days consist mostly of inadvertently recreating John Krasinski’s reaction shots from ‘The Office’ – and I never even watched ‘The Office’.
I do so love an overture, even though it seems to be in danger of getting lost. I suppose that has its good and bad points. People are late enough – an overture might just be another reason for people to push their arrival time further out. The world turns…
{Here’s one of the greatest overtures ever written, far better than its accompanying show: ‘Candide.’}
Regarding your Ugly Christmas Sweater: it’s the ‘Christmas’ that sets it apart from your other sweaters, right?
It’s almost soup season. My first will be a split pea soup using the hambone from dinner a few nights ago. What is your poison?