“From Laughs to Nightmares: 66 Guests Whose Visits Turned Unforgettable for All the Wrong Reasons!”
#17
I was having a Halloween party 4 or 5 years ago and this girl, I s**t you not, just started smashing the pumpkins we had as interior decorations. Like excuse me hoe, what is wrong with you???
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#18
Kid tried to cut my birthday cake, and open my presents. The whole time his mom was laughing like it
I WAS F*****G MAD. I looked at the mom and she was like ohhh Johnathan don't do that sweetie. The f*****g kid kept doing it. I grabbed him and the f****r was fighting me to open my presents I s**t you not. He just had to see what was inside. Then he tried to cut my cake tell his mom to get the knife he is ready to cut his cake. What pissed me off the most was that none of the parents did s**t. My mom was in the kitchen so she couldn't see what was happening. They all just sat there watching it happen. It was only after I was like f**k this I am done I don't care anymore.
The kid was 8 and I was 6.
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#19
I had a friend who used to jump onto furniture like lawn chairs and stuff. He claimed it wouldn’t break it, but sometimes he did break stuff and he just complained it’s not his fault but that the furniture was too fragile.
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#20
I gave up my bedroom to my stepson and his girlfriend when they visited. I am a non smoker, and it’s literally the only room in the house that is smoke free. I asked her to step outside to smoke, not a big inconvenience since there’s a sliding door that goes from the bedroom to the lanai. I also asked her not to take food to the bedroom, because ants are a real problem in Florida. I could smell when she lit up a cigarette but I didn’t say s**t to her. Figured she’d walk outside to put it out. Went into the room to grab shoes, and I noticed the little porcelain tray wasn’t on my nightstand so I looked around for it. It was shoved under the bed with her cigarette butt in it. Along with my cream colored throw rug and a bath towel. Turns out she took chocolate milk to the bedroom, knocked it over onto the rug, then grabbed a towel to try to clean it up. Instead of bringing it to the laundry room, she wadded everything up and hid it under the bed. I went off, and she convinced him to leave three days early. That’s the last time I give my room to the fat, spoiled b***h.
