Or something.
SO, ever since me and my famuleeey moved to a middle-upper class neighborhood in Loueezeeeannuuhh, we've been.. seeing things, in the front yard.
Started out with used cigars, kept popping up. None of us smoke.
Recently.. glass bottles, popping up in the morning.
And now.. A used rifle bullet cartridge.
It didn't look old, either. None of us have any guns, so.
um.
wat r hapening. :c