I had a roomate who used to bring home some strange sorts. I would just cover my ears and say "why"? Must be the alcohol speaking. Or perhaps the beer goggles.
This guy that she had over last night, I don't even know his name. He gets up this morning, comes in MY kitchen half dressed, and asks ME, "What's for breakfast, Honey?" EXCUSE ME. I'm not the one that you slept with last night, PAL.