GuiltTrip
Confess
Confess. Or upload the receipts.
Either way, you’re getting roasted.
Nine dollars to hear the truth. Cheaper than therapy.
Pick your flavor
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The Roast
“Forty dollars on DoorDash — from the place across the street?”
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Backhanded Congrats
“You paid your rent on time? Once? Someone alert the mayor.”
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Who makes the call?
Old New York Grandma
Rhoda
Every price today is an outrage next to how cheap it used to be
The Drill Sergeant
Sgt. Vance
A full inspection of your wallet, at full volume. Secretly proud of you
The Posh British Butler
Reginald
Devastation by understatement, served white-glove. The pauses do the work
Passive-Aggressive Southern Belle
Maribeth
Sweet tea, scripture, and your receipts. Blessing your heart to death
The Gen Z Bestie
Kayla
A loving intervention, live from the group chat. The math is not mathing
The Disappointed Aunt
Tina
The whole family has seen the receipts. She is heartbroken. Dramatically
Your Algorithm
Your Algorithm
Your algorithm. Yours specifically. It made you buy it all, and now it's calling to take credit. Everything is logged.
Level of shame
Deserved
· 3/5
Gentle ribbing
Playful jabs
Deserved
No mercy
No survivors
Hear what’s coming · 0:16
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