Another variety of fucktard

So what happens when one is extra careful about setting things out in a room, and you are bloody sure you've kept the floor clean, only to have someone else insist the crap in the corner is yours, not theirs?

Your blood pressure rises, you have the wild desire to pound the lying sum'bitch into the fucking floor, and you plan smarter for the next time. Because they think they've gotten away with it now, there WILL be a next time.


If you think otherwise, you need to anchor in reality more often.