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I’d like to think that the man I am today is much more diplomatic and secure than the man-boy I was back then. Though I’ll never totally rid myself of my Statleresque/Waldorfian nature, I have high hopes of greening myself with a dash of Kermit. Or maybe I could add a whiff of Animal, just to keep things exciting.
Just never, ever refer to me as The Swedish Chef or I will rip you to shreds.