<human>: Throwaway because I need to preserve my dignity while I can.

My dad and I love to prank and play jokes on each other. He's definitely better than I am at it, but a couple of months ago, I came up with a golden idea.

My father is a pilot for a large airline company. He's gone maybe two to four days some weeks, so he always takes a suitcase with him. My amazing evil plan came to me when I was at the airport waiting in line to go through the X-ray machine thing and realized that the the pilots would have to go through them, too. I hatched a plan.

I sacrificed my amazon purchasing history and bought a set of buttplugs, a carefully-chosen set that included I bottle of lube with the blatant label ANAL LUBE on the side. My plan: to sneak into my parents' house on the eve of one of his departures and place the plugs and lube into his suitcase. The payoff would probably be painful (bruises, threats on my life), but it would certainly be beautiful.

The plugs arrived and were just as glorious as I imagined them to be. Bright pink and in assorted sizes! Glorious. The plan was coming together.

Then life caught up with me. I had to move out of my apartment, and I was being rushed by my annoying roommate to get my stuff out of the apartment. Plans of buttplug sabotage fell on the back burner. The prank would have to wait until I moved out. Problem is, my schedule is absurdly packed and I have no time to drive out to BFE to get it. Good news is, my parents love me and volunteered to go get my stuff for me. It's only about a box's worth, anyway. Not too big a deal.

I just sent them on their way from my place of employment with my key. Then I remembered the buttplugs. I'm so fucked.

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<bot>: Parents are probably going to find buttplugs in their son's apartment room. Explanation above. Fuck my life.