Sister in law tales...
The weird one that does weird shit every time she ever house sits or just generally, most times you ever interact with her...she drove 2.3 miles to our house Saturday afternoon, to piss our faggot dog. We left the house to camp/float/fish, saturday at noon, not to return til tonight. She showed up at 4:00 pm on Saturday to take the dog out. That was her only duty for the weekend. It's a 5 minute job. Her duties ended there.
The other sister in law took over from there, and showed up late Saturday evening and stayed til tonight. (She is safe.....she just plops her fatass down on our comfy couch, watches Netflix, and door dashes McDonald's), but I digress. Retard No. 1, pops by to shit the dog, and proceeds to make an entire pot of GOOD coffee. Like, Pulp Fiction gourmet shit, that, pound for pound, is pricey af...the fucking bitch drinks maybe a cup of it.
Retard No. 2 doesn't drink coffee, so I know it was retard No. 1.
Again, we pay her waaay too much money already, to not understand what what we do, she has no kids, no other job, and lives 2 miles away.
Ima get some nanny cams. I could see her kicking my dog er some shit. I mean...fcuk my cunt dog, but still
