I had a fantastic mental image of him that was so extraordinary that your mind would explode. He was probably in his dank basement, muttering obscenities to himself and various quotes from Kurt Vonnegut, and blowing his hair in between the blowing the pipes (lol blowing) for sheer amusement.

I mean, I could go into detail, but I won’t. DIS BLOG AIN’T AN EPISODE OF SCRUBS AND I MAI NAME AIN’T JOHN DORIAN~

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