"My sister once left an entire quesadilla under my couch cushions. We were both in our late 20s/early 30s."

"When I looked at the bottle, I immediately went to my cupboard to check and called him out for stealing my booze and trying to pass it off as his own. He then claimed it was 'no big deal' and called me a bad host. I told him to go fuck himself, and after he refused to reimburse me, I kicked him out of the house. Every time he’d try to come over with my roommates, I’d tell him to give me my money, or he wasn’t welcome inside. After a couple of years, he kinda phased out of the friend group."

"That's a good time to lie about why you were getting coconut oil in the middle of the night."

"Then they started talking TO EACH OTHER about whether they were going to stay the night at our house. They did not ask us if they could, and it was only 7 p.m.! Go home! It was hardly even dark outside!! There weren't treacherous road conditions! AND YOU DIDN'T ASK IF YOU COULD STAY!! It was the weirdest damn thing. We pulled some story out about how we had to wake up early, and they figured it out. But we never talked to them afterwards because like, WTF, man?"

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