So apparently someone has been on painkillers and hasn’t been talking to me in her delirium-induced hilarity.
I’m pretty sure if I called you it’d be between 3 and 4 AM with my impression of what underwater flutes might sound like.
Do you really want this.
It’s an underwater clarinet! and I’m not saying I’d hate it.
Welp get ready I suppose, assuming I don’t just pass out in the next 20 mins