Though Andrew advised against it, Abe had no qualms about taking on a nighttime parergon while presiding over his country in the day, for teaching an improv class at the local theater made him happy and -c’mon- he can handle it: he’s Abraham f%*kin Lincoln.
I have no qualms with adding this gilt framed oil painting of Bart Simpson next to the Mona Lisa; I believe it will make the perfect parergon, and will add a nice, post-modern touch to the old broad.
“If any of you have any qualms about this little parergon of mine,” said the psychotic ax murderer of his new lanyard class, “speak now.” He pointed his butcher knife menacingly towards his accomplices. No one spoke. “Fine. Good. Maybe, if you are lucky, I’ll make you a friendship bracelet.”