Opening Bottles Made In A ‘Great Old’ Year

(I am not a very tidy person and many things in my home are out of order. One night when my boyfriend is staying over, he finds my Cthulhu bottle opener on the bedside table.)

Boyfriend: “Hey, were you missing Cthulhu?”

Me: “I am never missing Cthulhu. He is ever present in our lives, in the nameless dread that hovers over us all.”