Or, how to stop wetting your pants laughing when Big Sister spears shrimp & hangs them on Baby Sister’s tree. Then proceeds to drunk text auto correct hilarity after she is safely home?

I come home to a Walligator chomping on a spatula & a Mook in my bed. The garbage is tipped, but no guilt in sight. Swearing they were “good boys” but not even close...

Great night!!! What the hell is your Hi~jinx, GT?