My man, Mr. Tony

It's raining here in Nashville (or Mustacheland as the hipsters seem to want to make it), and my knee got tweaked making a turn around the a corner, and there is a stank coming from my rear end that actually caused an old woman to faint behind me. I'm sorry about that, Bernice.


But none of that can cause me to be feeling unwell - not even you, Bernice - "because I got my man, who could ask for anything more?"


Mr. Tony Kornheiser
always classy, always kvething. Epic!