L-Bruced
You’re L-Bruced when you tell a story so clean and clear that the listener ends up looking like the guilty one.
I told my friend I didn’t eat the cake. He said I did. I got L-Bruced.
I told my dad I didn’t break the lamp. He said I did. I got L-Bruced.
I told my dog I didn’t chew the shoes. He barked at me. I got L-Bruced.