In which I make my Tony Awards not-predictions, say good riddance to the bad rubbish of “Game of Thrones,” and embrace my identification with Tinsley Mortimer.
Tony! Tony! Toný!
Tony! Tony! Toný!
Tony! Tony! Toný!
In which I make my Tony Awards not-predictions, say good riddance to the bad rubbish of “Game of Thrones,” and embrace my identification with Tinsley Mortimer.