I suggested to the teenager we have an ‘I pick, you pick’ film evening mainly so I could get her to watch The Raid which she enjoyed immensely. But the plan backfired spectacularly when she presented me with this bullet that I thought was long dodged and then regressed into a squealing seven year old for its duration yelling “THAT’S SO CUTE” every time a dog appeared on screen preventing me from being able to save my sanity by having a little kip through it. At least none of the furry fuckers talked, small graces.
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