The other night Sir threw a party and some of us got to discussing what the ugliest body part was. We’d agreed upon knees (sorry, knees) until someone interjected that she thought feet were actually grosser than knees.

And Sir, looking as if someone had personally insulted his taste, blurts out, “no! Feet are beautiful and delicious.”

And I just kind of looked at him like baaaabe. Rein it in.