“While the police search for anything suspicious…” Ummmmm I guess they suck at their job because the first place I’d look is in the Hello Kitty lunchbox being carried by a grown man with a sweet ponytail that screams “My mom’s basement gets cold at night so I wrap myself in dead cats.”
I like how she leans by the cooler to keep that stuff cold for him. Oh and shout out to my mother for never whipping her titty out in public to feed me. Love you mom.
What the hell? What kind of asshole actually spreads wide to show me their actual asshole? I don’t need that deep of a look up into your soul sweetie. Keep that poop cutter to yourself.
Because a talking parrot is for punk bitches, that’s why.