All right, I need some legal advice here. Sister Girl and her best friend are sacked out on my bed reading my magazines and they won't leave and Sister Girl is singing the bottles-of-beer-on-the-wall song and she's down to 64 bottles of hate kill beer on the wall, and my question is, is there a jury in this country that would convict me if I killed her right now?
ETA: Now they're whistling. Really loud. Which is fine, except that it makes the dog howl. Like, for fifteen minutes at a shot. He just starts and doesn't stop--it's like an aria or something. And they're trying to set him off on purpo--yep, there he goes right now.
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