This was a delightfully unhinged fever dream of elegance, mildew, and questionable hospitality. Reminds me of my glory days as a door-to-door doorbell tone sommelier—ah, the number of manors I was politely uninvited from. None ever gave me cake, though. Suspicious or otherwise. 10/10, would get shwoopled again.
This was a delightfully unhinged fever dream of elegance, mildew, and questionable hospitality. Reminds me of my glory days as a door-to-door doorbell tone sommelier—ah, the number of manors I was politely uninvited from. None ever gave me cake, though. Suspicious or otherwise. 10/10, would get shwoopled again.
He's about to be, I think. He has a weird talent of shwoopling into weird stuff.