When people claim to see a ghost animal, it’s always a cat or a dog. Nobody ever sees a ghost elephant walking around Chester Zoo or a ghost sloth in their wardrobe.
Used to collect WWF wrestling figures as a kid. In my quest to acquire more, I once went knocking on random peoples houses asking if they ‘had any wrestling figures they wanted to donate to charity’. What an absolute hustler 7 year old me was!
Who knew that a repurposed septic tank controlled with a blag dualshock controller would be unsafe? I wouldn’t travel to the depths of Sefton Park lake in that thing
I used to think Lurpak was spread cheese so would often butter some bread and add some Lurpak on it thinking I was having a cheese spread sandwich. What I was actually having was a butter butter butty.
When I die I wanna see stats for my life, like on GTA. Hours slept, miles walked, money spent. But then random things like pasties eaten, pints drank, people I’ve looked at, how many times I’ve made someone laugh. Then I’d wanna see a ‘best of’ video with some boss music over it.