We're Having Potato Chips For Dinner - Molly Jane

You don't have a girlfriend. Are you fucking kidding me?

What are you doing in my room?

I've been looking for my fucking panties.

I'm gonna tell mom.

I'm gonna tell mom.

This is the third time you've been in my room.

I'm gonna tell mom that you stole my panties.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Well, just...

You can't just steal my panties.

I can do whatever I want.

No, you can't.

Mom and dad went home.

To the store to get the Taylor Swift's for dinner.

I'm tired of you.

What are you doing?

You're fucking my stuff.

It's my stuff.

You're the worst sister in the world.

It's my stuff.

No.

Hey, Al.

What's wrong with you?

You know what?

I'm gonna make you give me one of those massages.

No, dude.

I hate doing that.

It's not fair.

I don't want to.

You better do it.

No.

I'm gonna tell mom about you doing this here.

She's gonna ground you.

You stole my panties.

You can't do that.

They're in your closet.

You better give me one of those massages, Al.

Just do it.

No, I don't...

I don't like doing this.

Just do it.

I don't like doing this, Alex.

It's alright, it's our secret.

Yes, sir.

You wouldn't have to do it if you didn't keep going to my stuff.

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