You don't have sex near unicorns. It's an ironclad rule. It's tacky.
The one ironclad rule is that I have to try. I have to walk into my writing room and pick up my pen every weekday morning
And then, also, when you're doing something that doesn't sound like anything else on the radio at the time, you almost need to, like, ironclad it to make sure it gets through, you know?
It is. . . highly probable that from the very beginning, apart from death, the only ironclad rule of human experience has been the Law of Unintended Consequences.