dear brother and sister in law
i don’t know what mad-genius mind reading device you’ve managed to acquire or create, and consequently i have no idea how this whole process works.
all i know is that every single butt fucking time i leave my bedroom to use the bathroom, you are aware that i need to use the bathroom, and you both hurry into it and start the shower so you can smoke pot without the smell getting upstairs to the parentals.
frankly, the novelty on your little game has worn thin. i’m going to buy heroin and stash it in your room and then call the police.
maybe after that i can use the bathroom without having to travel through the entirety of my house, and upstairs in the dark, to pee, thus waking up both our poor elderly parents in the process.
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