“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.”
That awkward moment when your 4 back boobs come out and look like two hooves slipping on a ledge…
I don’t know what happened here, and frankly I don’t want to. The bottom line is somewhere along the way you screwed up and you screwed up hard. The next step is doing something about it and I suggest we do it now.
Because a talking parrot is for punk bitches, that’s why.