Pill poppers

Guess who didn't lock up the restricted items last night? Not my S/O.

Guess who got blamed for it? Yep, my S/O!

This reminds me of the truck incident. The truck that I walked several laps around (not on purpose, mind you) and that I CLEARLY recall being dent free.

Suddenly it had gotten a huge dent in it. But who got blamed? Not the driver, but my S/O. Who hasn't had the keys for almost a month.

Why do you insist on blaming everyone else and not taking any of the blame? Oh, right...family business...

FUCK. OFF.

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