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Originally posted by EddieZilker And you want to consider the next time you host a party and this strange guy shows up who nobody seems to know but you're too afraid to ask to leave and he stays until everyone has left and you know he's had a lot to drink but he isn't half as cashed as you are - I mean he's downright fucking lucid compared to you - and he asks to stay the night after you've already watched him pass by the butcher's block in the kitchen and leer at your set of CutCo Knives like twelve fucking times in between bumming a pack cigarettes from your girlfriend who was way too obliterated to notice the way he tilted his head while he was talking to her and staring straight at her neck and you think you saw his hand flex into a cup that fit the profile of her neck, exactly, but maybe that's the pot talking and you a so fucked up and in the back of your mind, you're wondering how you're going to make it to work, the next day, and holy fucking shit that asshole is crying and your girlfriend is so falling for it offering him tissues and telling him not to cry and that it's going to be okay and of course he can stay only she should have talked to you first and now you're completely fucked because while you're conscious of the pending nightmare, your body is having none of it other than compelling you to run into the kitchen where you vomit in the sink.

Man. We've all met "that guy" at one point or another.