Having a murderer contained, for being noisy. He fucked up in regard to being respectful to neighbours and, my impressive frame was used effectively: (a 187cm, 120kg mass/frame) tends to create an imposing opening, and my lack of fear apart from child spirits tends to make all a chatting framework. .
A bit of a true Brit: being confused, or annoyed, as all kill each other.
Now having all rely on me for evidence: The joy of being a reliable witness (staying up as a Polish neighbour told me that the police may need my impartial evidence).
I had a Polish neighbour chat to me (took a fun language variance) about being up for an hour for the police. Any longer, then they have my email to record evidence.
Well, seems I can rest: The drive-bys don’t reflect a police car coming.
I can rest my heretical mind and work on the new mess in the morning.
Having a sparrow flying in for a chat while I dry myself after a shower.
The M. Bison as Napoleon is a clear winner.
What you get from a dying man wanting to keep the grandkids happy: The scenery gets destroyed!
Salad fingers! Oh this brought back memories of watching this and some others. Foamy the Squirrel and Happy Tree Friends. Yep, I’m a bit warped lol
What about Burnt Face Man and Drinky Crow?
Never heard of them. Guess I will go look those 2 up. Thanks!
As you like Salad Fingers, then the humour of Burnt Face Man should suit you.
My favourite episode.
These 2 cats have me 
the top is “Jax” I thought she was a he until I went to get him fixed… fat tuxedo cat on the bottom is “Bear” (Floofy 
Potato) whenever a recipie I make has that name is cuz he is always “helping” in the kitchen. Or he just really likes food. …
I am going to check it out rn tho!
