Let’s see…
…you drove my car without permission, ran into something, smoked in it, and left the window down so that rain got in and damaged the leather seats.
…you smoked in the house after being told not to.
…you embarrassed me by making an ass of yourself at my local bar and getting thrown out. And not paying your tab.
…you drank all my beer without replacing it.
…you haven’t lifted a finger to clean your dirty dishes, the bathroom, your food garbage in the living room, your newspapers, wrapping paper chaff, etc.
…you left the back door open and passed out; thank God I heard the blaring TV left on and found my cats in the back yard rather than gone forever.
…I let you use my laptop to use the Internet. You rewarded me by spilling something on it; and you clearly were trying to do something cute and clever there, as my logfile said there were late night attempts at accessing admin priviledges. At least I thought of that.
…you invited us out to dinner, your treat. I paid.
…you ordered three pay movies On Demand.
…you wrote “Dooku is a loser” on all my windows in the frost.
What are you, fucking TEN? Oh, that’s right - you’re 40. Any other time of year, and just one of your antics would get your fucking ass kicked.
So sad to see you off to the airport. Did you offer to pay for anything? Apologize? Nope, just an “I’m sooo hungover. I’ll call you if I miss my plane.”
Good luck, next brother in the rotation. Ho, ho, ho.