Much like the tidiness of a person's living quarters, Mr Porter believes the contents and arrangement of a person's desk drawer can be a telling sign of how much, or how little, of a disgusting slob you happen to be. You could go looking through mine, but I don't have one because being a full-blown adult is hard. Mr Porter takes a look at three stylish men (whom I've never heard of) and explores their psyche as they rummage through their desk drawers. Final thought, finding a cork screw in your desk definitely, maybe serves as empirical evidence that you're a casual alcoholic, no?
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