I can't remember the last time I saw someone who REALLY needed one these spaces. Most are just fat waddling fucks being needlessly cruel to their knee and hip joints. LOSE SOME WEIGHT YOU DOGS!
I saw something on the TV's guide that called Dead Flies. I ignored it and searched out other stuff, only later noticing it was Dead Files. Still didn't watch it mind.
Strangely, these estates are a breeding ground for anti-paedophile vigilantes and honey trappers. God knows why, as they patently have no interest in obeying any laws themselves. Perhaps guilt or over compensation play a part?
I always enjoy the "who's dead?" conversation I have with Frau Rat at this time of year. Occasionally I will kill a relative on my side who hasn't actually bought the farm yet. It is therefore in my gift to raise them from the dead the following year. Merry Christmas cunts