David and Natalie Get a Dog

I could be. But I'm not. But I remember, like, I would add— he would— you would ask me, like, if I added, like, an extra pack of gum. And I'm like, a pack of gum for $1.50? You would fucking—

I just didn't know what she was doing. And then now it's like, now I don't even care. Now it's like, now it's like, whatever, Natalie. I'm sure half the fridge is from my credit card. Do you still use your own credit card for food?

When I, like, go out and buy food. But, like, the groceries, I don't. Oh, like, you buy the groceries for the house.

But I don't know.

And then she fucking bitches at me when I take her strawberries or anything. And then it's like, those are mine. That's what she does. He doesn't like to buy Yeah, and I'm fucking—

and I just get— I just get— because, okay, first of all, double standards here. Everyone else comes into the house and eats whatever the hell they want, and God forbid I want a couple blueberries without you devouring all the fresh—