When DJ went birthday shopping with me, he kept taking things out of my cart and placing them back on the shelves. When I asked him why, he said the last time I shopped while taking pain pills, I had no memory of the trip, we ended up with a year's supply of frozen cookie dough, I'm still using the hair products I purchased (this was three years ago), and we got a new blender.
Which reminded me that we really do need a new blender, but DJ wouldn't let me buy one. Nor would he let me drive.
DJ is a tyrant.
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