Mum was eating her dinner in the chair the other night, and I couldn't stand it anymore so I jumped on her. Her wine went flying, all over the chair and floor. She yelled.
A lot.
At me.
So i'm in trouble.
Anyone know the number to Paris Hilton's lawyer? Because I'm thinking I'm going to need to get out of jail soon.
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If you need a time-out, you can get your mum to put you on the Greyhound bus down here to us and stay here for a bit!
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