But then, Jimmy Fallon. Can’t win ‘em all.
Slowly but surely.
Keep Calm and Carry On. Sure. Sounds good.
Look, I know I pinky swore yesterday, but that was before I came down with the cold or flu or whatever the fuck it is that I have that’s compelling me to take some Nyquil and pass the hell out instead of watching Top Chef. My deepest apologies.
Well, okay, maybe I’m ignoring you a little. Consider it a mental health break. I’ll be back for Top Chef tomorrow night, pinky swear.