What did you get blamed for
 

...that you didn't do?

In junior (elementary) school, my best friend and I had been in trouble together a couple of times. She brought in some tampons and left them floating in the bog and told the nervous girl that they were dead mice. I got lumped in until nervous girl finally said she never saw me there and so my friend admitted it was just her and another girl.

Also, my sister blamed me for giving our mom her new address. Turned out it was her husband who did. Now ex-husband. :lol:

everything I got blamed for I pretty much did.

My older brother got blamed for most of my stuff

I was expert at not getting blamed. My brothers hated me for it.

I got blamed for that whole Anthrax thing, it wasn't me--OBVIOUSLY.
I also got blamed for the start of WW I, again, innocent!

My mom swore I'd used eyebrow pencil. I'm like "uh, mom...these are my eyebrows, this is what they've always looked like." She said NUH-UH. I said UH-HUH. My dad said HOO-HA.

I really don't remember getting blamed for stuff. I'll have to ask my brothers.

This one time, at summer camp... No seriously, it was summer camp, and I was 12. There was this core group of us whose parents worked and we went there all day, everyday, from the last day of school to the first. By the end of the summer (the 9th summer in a row for most of us,) we were getting pretty bored of archery, crafts, all that stuff. One day my two best friends and I began entertaining ourselves by writing a soap opera involving all the camp regulars in a spiral notebook one of them had brought. Stupid stuff, like Kid A and Kid B were married, and they had Siamese twins who were Kids C and D stuck together, but Kid A was secretly in love with Kid E, who'd awoken from a coma and didn't remember anyone, etc. etc.

Anyway, as it progressed throughout the day, the notebook got passed around and added to extensively by other campers. I swear to you now as I swore to the camp director at the time, I hadn't seen that notebook since lunch break, but apparently it turned explicitly pornographic at some point, involving kids, counselors, and the old couple who ran the place.

Of course it had to be that same old lady who found the dang thing and read it. And when she demanded to know whose notebook it was, everyone kept quiet except this one bitch named Lindsey who proudly declared it belonged to me and my two friends.

I think they must have known it wasn't really us, because there were a dozen distinct handwriting samples in that thing, but we weren't snitches, so we refused to name anyone else. They yelled at us long enough to make the other two cry--not me though, I just glared back with what I hoped were beady, defiant eyes--but they didn't even tell our parents about it in the end. I told myself that they were secretly proud of me for not crying.

Oh I got in trouble for a similar thing (with that friend) i was totally guilty on that one, though. A game called consequenses.

I'm an only child. I got blamed for everything.

blamed?
are you kidding? I'm the older brother. When my sister was annoying, heheh... well, that's just silly. My sister, when she hit me, sometimes I hit back. BLAMED. "you're older, you should know better".

then all the other times, when she hit me, and I didn't hit her back but went and told instead? BLAMED. "You're older you shouldn't let her bother you".

I did knock the door out of the frame once, yeah. Blamed. Justifiably this time, but shit settled down after that, as we had overcome our failure to communicate.

i get blamed for co workers being Idgets !!!