One of my FAVORITE things to do is call large groups of men a Sausage Party. Writer’s rooms, social gatherings, a few dudes just sort of standing together, my brothers gathered in a room, nephews playing, ALL SAUSAGE PARTIES, OKAY? But then Morrison took this picture of me in our adult kiddie pool and there is now a new meaning to Sausage Party, and the meaning…. is me. If I may: SAUSAGE, PARTY OF FOUR? (myself, the kid; each of my gorgeous legs.)

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