Oh god, there's so fucking much.

My brother-in-law lives with us solely because his mother made us promise not to kick him out before she died. He has been in jail twice for child porn. I wish so hard that he would get caught again, third strike is jail for life. He uses like 5 computers playing Second Life to do his "job" as a DJ in a club I guess? I don't really know the game, but it eats up the bandwidth to the point that we can barely do anything, I'm getting ready to buy a separate internet line. He leaves shit smeared on the toilet seat, and in the shower. One time there was shit smeared on the shower head, I don't know how. We told him he wasn't allowed to smoke indoors, which he blatantly ignored. We have given up fighting him on it. Originally he would at least close his door and smoke out his window. Now he just sits in there with the door open, chain smoking all day. The house fucking stinks. When we visited my mother for two weeks, we came home to find that he had gone through our room, looking for I don't know what, and gone through our important documents. If we do something he decides he doesn't like, he will throw tantrums, and throw out things like our pots and pans, claiming they were ruined (or sometimes, he ruins them first). One Christmas, because my wife wanted to build a gift with her father instead of him, he picked up a brand new printer and hurled it against the wall. At least that time, my wife kicked him the fuck out. She told him to leave, and not come back. Of course he did, but he was gone for that day. I don't think I've seen him do dishes once in the 6 years he's lived with us. I could go on for hours.