“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.
Because a talking parrot is for punk bitches, that’s why.
That awkward moment when your 4 back boobs come out and look like two hooves slipping on a ledge…