You can search all you like for your Angus. Everyone has a different Angus. For some, Angus is a happy marriage. For some, a good career. For some, a fancy car… My child, no Angus will compare to the one true Angus, the lord god above.

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You can search all you like for your Angus. Everyone has a different Angus. For some, Angus is a happy marriage. For some, a good career. For some, a fancy car… My child, no Angus will compare to the one true Angus, the lord god above.
ST LUCIA (Naked Departure) -- BOTHAM SHEM JEAN WAS KILLED BY DALLAS POLICE OFFICER -- A St Lucian man was killed late Thursday when a disoriented Dallas police officer, returning home from her shift, entered the wrong apartment in her building and eventually opened fire on the innocent tenant.
Deceased is St. Lucian Botham Shem Jean, 26. Naked Departure
Wrong Apartment
Peter hadn’t really been thinking as he swung home from the newest crime scene. He’d been thinking of home, planning on going back to his own apartment. He’d seen a familiar building and was too tired to question whether it was his or not. He swung right into a closed window by mistake, not recalling leaving all his windows shut when he’d left that morning. A quick head shake to push away some of the grogginess then he was sliding the window open and crashing on the couch, pulling his mask off in the same moment.
Hunting for a Friend || OPEN
After her conversations with King Bob and Gus, Gretchen steeled herself for the inevitable reintroduction with her best friend, Spinelli. Knowing the other girl, she was probably still harboring a grudge or two over the fact that everyone had left. Not that she could blame her. It had been years since they had had a sit down, and Gretchen was nervous. She had asked around for where Spinelli’s apartment was, and she’d gotten a couple of different answers. So she wrote them all down on her hand and thought she’d make her way through the list.
By the time she’d reached the first apartment on the list, her hands were clammy and she’d been fiddling with her sleeves so much that the ink was starting to rub off. If she didn’t have luck at this one, she’d have to start going down the halls until she found it. Gretchen cleared her throat before knocking on the door. “Spinelli? You in there?”
Thinking you locked yourself out and realising you're at the wrong apartment!! Oops!!
I guess now I'm just a weirdo who puts groceries on random doorsteps.