As a tradition in Disney Message Board history, I have started this thread.
You read that right... blame it all on me. It's my fault you got fired. My fault your kid puked all over your brand new alabaster persian rug. My fault your neighbors likes to bump loud hip hop. My fault the idiot on the freeway cut you off. MY FAULT YOU AREN'T AS AWESOME AS YOU USED TO BE! My fault DCA wasn't Westcot. Basically, anything you can imagine... MY FAULT!!!
Why do I do it you ask? Because I'm bored. You try being a receptionist. I have got to do something with all these supernatural powers! Don't want to just waste them away!