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He had been arrested by the time I came back with my grocery bags. He was the “get out of my lawn” kind of guy, who could pick a fight for the most benign reason. Last I heard of him was when his nephew emptied his house some years later. He’d been placed in a psychiatric ward.

Damn, that’s heavy. I genuinely hope you’re both in a better and happier situation right now.

Back when I was 17, I had a neighbor pull a gun right to my forehead. I shoved him away and said, in essence, “yeah, fuck you with your BB gun, I have some shopping to do”. He shot another neighbor in the gut not long after. I avoided death by dumbfounding him in a way that sound like it comes right out a daydreaming teenage fantasy.

If they survive my cats, rather than kicking them out, I catch and dispatch them inside the house. They more than deserve it.

I won’t say it gingerly: this head is red!

Yes, I heard somewhere that the name was already registered in Spain. And maybe also in Poland, but I’m less confident about this one.

Come on babe, go take a nap. You know that you always get all whiny when you’re drunk and sleepy.

In Europe, especially Italy, her name was changed to Vaiana because searching Moana returns some spicy results. Just saying 🤓