Women in suits make me want to be bad. Really, really bad. Like sweaty, steamy, sticky bad. Like someone is going to lose a button, probably several, bad. Like, don’t worry, I’ll pay for the dry cleaning bad. You know, bad. Interestingly, Jane Lynch makes me feel exactly the same way, suit or no suit. Of course, the suit doesn’t hurt. Now, please excuse me. I have things to do – very bad things.
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