Ran around the place like possessed, knocking over furniture, pulled out a number of books from the shelf right onto the floor, shat under my bed, bit me (!), then fell asleep all over the couch. I swear, if he hadn’t been a cat I’d be livid.
A few years ago at my birthday party. This guy showed up with 4 of his male friends. None of them brought any alcohol. I should have just not let them in until they came back with some beer but I was in a good mood and didn’t want to be a dick about it. They proceeded to complain that the party was a sausage-fest and there wasn’t enough booze (It’s almost like a group of 5 dudes showed up empty handed) and left after about an hour. But then I discovered the worst part. My friend had bought me a bottle of Delirium Tremens as a birthday present (That’s about a $12 bottle of beer) which I was saving for midnight since that was when my birthday technically started, and one member of the douche brigade had opened it, taken a couple sips and left it on the kitchen counter. I would have been less pissed if he at least drank the whole thing so somebody could enjoy it, but instead I had to just pour it out because those guys probably had mouth herpes.
I was rooming with a bunch of 20 going on 21ers in college. Me being 24 at the time I was done with the light crappy beer and moved on to the craft beer scene.
My roommate was hosting his 21st B-Day and I have some craft beers in the fridge for me. Some underage dick bag goes in the fridge and grabs one of my beers, starts drinking, then begins to pour it down the drain!
I turn around at this moment and yell, “What the hell are you doing!?! That’s my beer!”
“Oh, sorry bro, but this beer is skunky. It tastes all bitter.”
“It’s an IPA dumbass that’s how it’s supposed to taste.”
I got a mini fridge for my room after that.