“From Laughs to Nightmares: 66 Guests Whose Visits Turned Unforgettable for All the Wrong Reasons!”
#48
Checking my cabinets. Why are you going to someone’s house and checking what they have stored away?
*I found someone sneaking into my room and checking my drawers.
#49
Went through the pantry like it was their’s… Didn’t ask or anything. First time over, walked right into the kitchen, found the pantry, opened it and grabbed the family size bag of Doritos and started eating it.
#50
Back when I was living with a bunch of hipsters (friends of my best friend, and we all went to college together and they were best friends with my ex, etc) like 9 or 10 summers ago. They hosted their living room as a venue for traveling bands. That was cool, never had too much of a problem with that, as I had my own room I could (and often) recluse to. I kept my food in the kitchen with theirs, but my junk snacks, they stayed in my room. Came home from an awful night of work and a show was going onâ living room is packed with dreads, red solo cups, accordions, and the weird lulls between sets where someone just sticks their guitar up to the speaker for the âwoooooooâ feedback. I go to my room and half of my âmade with real sugar Pepsiâ cans were taken out of the 12 pack. And worse? WORSE? They took my Star Crunch. You know, the big size ones? The pleasurable cosmic crunch that has sated my sweet tooth back into nostalgic days of youth where every day seemed promising? There was like two left. Yeah, they got into some of my weed, and I never did count my loose change on the dresser to see if it was all accounted for, but Iâll never forget that box of Star Crunch.
