vhy am I drippings wiss goo…?

George tells me he’s clean and sober in prison, but I’m positive I saw a man (his ‘connection’) smuggling in at least a few bottles of beer from George’s beer wall in this massive yellow hat.

AITA for going no contact with Mama after she narced me, my friends, and my siblings out to the evil doctor in a phone call? Her response was wholly disproportionate to the situation. We were sent right to sleep in the same bed, but it was too crowded, and George fell off when we all rolled over. He’s now doing a stretch in Attica from the shame of it all setting him on a dark path of strong drink, nanners, and lord knows what else - he was always too curious :(