Lording: You gotta ask?  Then you can’t even get a whiff of Lord.  

A Lord lords, and you can’t be lording if you’re too busy defining.  Save that for the Websters.

You are not “they”, the watch checking khaki class of name-on-shirt employment. 

They fill out resumes.  You get offered the job the other guy hasn’t even been fired from yet.

They file their own taxes.  You pay your guy in the valley to log your deductions RIGHT.

They park 3 blocks away from the club because they “like the fresh air”.  You live upstairs from the club already.  The club you own.  Or co-own with a good friend.  Possibly for tax purposes.

Why?  Because you’re both LORDING.

In a Sentence: “Hopped on the jet to NYC for a secret J-T concert at 30 Rock on Friday, then we were straight LORDING the three day weekend from the East Village brunch through the bowling in Lorne Michael’s private alley!”