I don't get sent anything strange like underwear. I get sent cookies.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I got sent some cheese once. I'm not sure if that was saying something about my act, or just because I like cheese.
I like cookies, any cookie you put in front of me - animal cookies, sugar cookies, anything crunchy.
The best cookies of all in the world are the ones my daughter Sally makes. They come out all uniform with nice little air holes.
I'm a private person, and I don't want people knowing what kind of underwear I like. It's creepy!
I collect underwear from my travels. Lace, lingerie, bodysuits... they're like souvenirs.
You don't always get what you ask for, but you never get what you don't ask for... unless it's contagious!
I'm not interested in clothes; I just like them.
The pleasure lies not in the cookies, but in the pattern the crumbs make when the cookies crumble.
People send everyone hate mail. That's the way the world works right now, I'm nothing special.
I got some new underwear the other day. Well, new to me.