Look, this is my litmus test: I pretend I am the original Earl of Sandwich. I have asked for non-bread foods to be brought to me inside bread, that I might more easily consume them one-handed while gambling.
This does not enable my wretched regency habits. This is not what I asked for. I do not deign to grace it with the name of my house.
This is it. This is the new and perfect litmus test.
Litmus test accepted
Perfect.
From “first of all how dare you” to “fuck yeah, toast those responsible like a grilled cheese sandwich.”
