Me, staring off into the distance, cigarette in hand:
“They’re assigning cousin as a bottom, Geofrey. They’re assigning him as a bottom…”
The victorian orphan i picked up to be my gremlin/minion:
“Are you pondering into your odd glass tumbler, sir?”
I tap the cigarette on the windowsill
“It’s called tumblr, Geofrey, and unfortunately I am unable to stop despite how it drains my life so.”















