Listen, I understand the glories of having a casual workplace. I'm a
blogger. Occasionally I change out of my pajamas in the morning and
into a different pair of pajamas. But even a slug like me has a sense of occasion; conversely, I fear that what I imagine to be the grubs-friendly confines of Saturday Night Life might be teaching Andy Samberg some habits he just can't shake.
Honey, not every day is a Lazy Sunday. The very least you could do is wear something to a premiere that you didn't pull out of his laundry pile an hour earlier.
Somebody please buy this kid some nice shirts. And a comb.
