Thought I'd celebrate May Day with a sort of "May Day Malone" anecdote.
I once related the story of my partner and I attending an awards ceremony looking like idiots in matching brown tuxedos and peach ruffled shirts. But that is not to suggest that I don't normally dress extremely well. In fact, I was in GQ.
No. Really.
Honest.
I’m serious.
Somehow GQ magazine got wind of my going off
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