Once you hit around 40 episodes of Bridezillas in a row, it doesn’t even ask you anymore. It just calls the police straight to your house.
Voilà… I guess.
Okay so my job schedule has normalized, and my updates should be back to the standard Monday, Wendesday, Friday from now on! Hooray!
This is the only feasible explanation for how I could be so unlucky with red lights.
Mr. Owl is a lot more intimidating that I remembered…
Remember guys, if a hell-beast spawned from a seething vortex of hatred and despair can’t pull off a fedora, then neither can you.