I'd blue square Thor for turning this friendly thread about some good and bad stories into something resembling a pissing match. Just on principle.
I remember when I was renting a 3 bedroom house with 11 other people (3 of us had job) I can upstairs from a pleasant evening of light social drinking and Wrestlemania to find a 3 or four total strangers doing blow on the living room table. Now, I'm sure one of my housemates knew these people, but they hadn't knocked when they came in or announced their presence when they got in. Nor had they aboded by the house rule of 'all drugs are done in the garage'.
Anyway, after recover from my initial shock and being thankful that they were just strangers doing drugs rather then strangers robbing the place I acknowledged them, said have a good night and went to bed. To this day no one admits to knowing these people.
Good times.
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