Hi my name is - I live in Australia I am half Italian and half Chinese and my favourite anime is the 2017 Erased Netflix drama. The ending is great. It's good I promise.
Also, If some cunt named Hayden Webb asks you if you have heard about some guy named Joe, without waiting reply with "yes." They will be left dumbfounded as you come out as the victor of the Joe Mama Battle. Another option is to reply with a very depressing rant such as "Joe, huh? Now that's a name i haven't heard in a while. My dad's name was Joe. I loved my dad. We played and laughed together, we had fun together, and all around I thought we where a very happy family. One night however, we awoke to the sound of a gunshot, only to find his dead body laying on the floor. He had shot himself. I always blamed myself for his death. Always being annoying, not shutting up. Whenever I try to have fun, whenever I try to socialise, or try to talk to people, the horrifying image of his corpse comes into my mind, and I stop fearing their saftey. I can't sleep at night. For some reason though, just recently, the thought crossed my mind. mabye just mabye, I too can hear the sound of the faithful shot right against my ear."