Sometimes it's Friday night and you're just getting dressed to go out when you find out that that boy who you paddled raw for trying to sneak into your house last week was set up by your live-in housemaid, who is about to go home for the weekend. There's no way she gets to sit down this weekend after that stunt she pulled, or that she isn't WAY overdue for some reminder that lies are filthy things that don't belong in her mouth. So, you have to deal with the situation right this second, however inconvenient for you it might be.
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