Sybil: lol, branson sent me nudes again
Edith: pardon? i couldn’t hear you over sir anthony strallen’s voicemail. except he doesn’t really know how it works quite yet, so it’s just him asking his maid how to hang up…
(Source: zap-saidthelady)
The Wunderkammer of the Mild Colonial Boy, Esq., a Reactionary Tory Gentleman, who armed only with a Steampowered Babbage Engine and Pure Intentions, wanders the Time Streams and Aetheric Plane gathering an Eccentric Hodgepodge of Curiousities, Frivolities, Whimsicalities and Nonsense.
Q. Why is your Tumblelog called "My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning"?
A. Because "My Grandmother's Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning" wouldn't fit in the available space.
