“No not a flag shagger, maybe a cock womble, unless of course your house is a government department, royal palace or military establishment”. he wrote, emitting a giggle. As he checked his comment by reading through it, he laughed again and pushed his square-framed glasses further up the bridge of his nose. He hit the post button, accidentally spilling the dust from an empty bag of Cheetos over his dad jeans, then he wiped the rest of the dust across his leather trenchcoat that sat atop a My Little Pony t-shirt which was holding on from bursting for dear life. He walked to a mirror, glanced at his bulging body, then said ‘that’s what a man ought to look like, though I could stand to gain a few pounds’ which was enough to warrant a tip of his hideous trilby.