Moms and dads, please note that utterances beginning with “Back in my day . . .” or “I remember the time . . .” or “Do they still . . .” are strictly prohibited.
FRANKLIN (portly, non-SAG) is foiled by his battle-axe mother-in-law. (Standing ovation from studio audience for the show’s brave pro-management stance.)
I wasn’t one of those people who got messy, cracking open another LaCroix with a burp, or asking to pay less when I split a bill with my friends because I’d ordered only a mint tea.
He met the cowboy of his dreams (no, not a stripper). A man who wore denim-on-denim and ate vittles. A man whose pronouns were “sir” and “ma’am.” Why was it so hard to quit him?
I buy a big Victorian house in the Hudson Valley for a song, chop wood until I get buff, and play poker with the colorful locals, who love my work. With cameos from John Oliver and A.O.C.