House arrest? You mean permission to excuse myself from social interaction? Oh no, judge. Please don’t.

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Me: no thanks. I have a mirror.


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If so, I think I just found a loophole in our judicial system.


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Don’t say a word.
Daddy’s gonna buy you a bunch of crap so he doesn’t have to hear your incessant whining ya spoiled brat.


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