I’ve been a good girl all year and I want a copy of the Death Star as a gift!
Sherlocked: You fought with a child in the store because of the last set of glowing stickers, stole a road sign, stumbled over people standing in line at the mail, after receiving the package, did not sleep at night, regularly alcoholized, and the depravity in your life by epicity is comparable only to sodomy among poets of the silver age. Oh yeah, what a girl? You are thirty!
I was, I was. The good. The girl. You don’t want the same thing to happen to you with a child in the store, right?