No one expects the Spanish Inquisition! T-Shirt

The 3rd degree. Nobody likes it. It came from a torture manual produced by the church to get women who owned property in Northern Europe to confess that they had intercourse with the devil. Seriously. Then they would burn them at the stake and take all their stuff. Seriously. 9 million women died over 300 years. Seriously. Flash forward. We have Facebook, LinkedIn, Twitter, and you can selfie your way into overexposure like a boyband in a nanosecond. Those selfies have metadata that have the exact location of where you took that picture. And the internet, like an ex-boyfriend who still has that dirty picture on his phone you texted him that one time when you were drunk, never, ever forgets. SRSLY. So maybe you might want to "reign it in, princess". Nobody cares what you just ate or what you just bought or that you "totes love the new hot topic in the mall". Cuz this will go down....on your permanent record. Just say no to the thought police. Cuz your last selfie "getting drunk at McDougans with the chicas!" at 1:45 a.m means there may be a squad car waiting to watch you walk out and tag you when you get behind the wheel. And I don't mean tag you in that friendly Facebook way. I mean tag you, bag you and make you take a terrible selfie with mascara stained tears holding a sign with your name on it, front and side view. So, to protect yourself, handle your scandal, catch a cab and defs lose all the selfies. It's a dossier of Intel so someone can interrogate you later. No means no!