Oh, it’s probably nothing. Just a serial killer living in your basement that smokes a lot of dope and kills children. Nothing to worry about at all. Go back to sleep.
Huh, and here my roomie and I just ate the chocolate bars and vaguely hoped it had been done by cute chicks who wanted to show their affection.
Ha! When the police came to get the bag I did say I hoped the guy wasn’t hiding in my shed. He went and checked for me. I have this camper topper thing in the back, he’s probably in there having a nice nap.
The bike is still there. It must have heard me threaten to run it over cause it hasn’t moved a muscle. If it’s still there tomorrow I’m going to name it.
Last year I looked out of the window and saw four 10 gallon metal drums on the grass verge opposite our house. It turned out they contained used cooking oil. I image some mobile burger van or other fast-food establishment had dumped them there . I contacted our council and they had removed them within the hour.
I suggest “Perkins”.