Now the short story of it is my sister has a record long enough to wallpaper my room with. She has already burnt out both of her I-bonds. ("I'll be good from now on, I promise!" My ass.) So when she there was only one option left, besides toss her in an already overcrowded jail.
So now we have a nice big black box hooked up to our phone and she has a new ankle braclet courtesy of the Cook County Sheriff. Also known as house arrest.
And for some reason, I find it extremely funny. Maybe I should be a cruel jerk an make a big production of everytime I have to leave the house. >D