Enough is enough!

That's it! I'm tired of being blamed for EVERYTHING that happens around here.

So I have a tendency to do a few "sociably unacceptable" things when I'm powered up? So what? You guys are no saints either. Not even you, Reverend.

I'm tired of being the first one pointed out after anything happens or goes wrong. "Who peed on the toilet?" "Who ate the middle out of my sandwich?" "Where did all the Doritos go?" "Who puked in my underwear drawer and pooped in my boots?" "Why is there a giant fucking hole right next to the door?" "The Slut's too tired to go fight crime today because of somebody." "That fucking robot assassin dog is trying to kill me, who let it in?" "Who used my condoms to make nasty water balloons?" "Why did I pass our couch on the side of the road accross town?" "Who decided it was a good idea to mix all of the condiments together in one jar?" "Why is there a bonfire in the living room?" ""Where is my mask?" "Somebody drank Pappa Slappey's vitamin drink." "I can't get on the internet because the 37 woman orgy porn locked it up." "Who smashed the PS2, XBox and Gamecube controllers?" "Why are you in my bed?"

I'm tired of it. Yeah, I did some of those, but not all of them. You should take a look at yourself before you start blaming me. Remember that old timey saying: "If you guys live in a glass headquarters, don't be shooting at each other and stuff!"

Bastards.

LC