Thank you for leaving me in peace for about seven hours. Also, thanks for kind of half-cleaning up the kitchen...at least the sink is now accessible!
However, I don't appreciate you coming back at around 11 p.m., turning the volume on the telly up to fifty and yelling in the living room for the last half hour...with no end in sight.
...and if you think for a second that you're going to bring marijuana in this house, you just try it and see what happens. I can hear you morons through the paper-thin walls, you know, and your yelling just makes it that much easier.
What in the world did I ever do to deserve this? Whatever it was, I sure am sorry for it. Sure am sorry.