<human>: In college, I lived in a small house across the street from campus.  My college town was extremely safe, so we never locked our back door.

One morning, I woke up to find a stranger sleeping on my couch, still fully clothed, with his shoes on.  I assumed he was a friend of my roommate so I didn't think anything of it and started making breakfast.  The kid woke up and ran straight to the bathroom to puke.  And puke and puke.

When he finally emerged from our bathroom, I introduced myself and asked how he knew Andrew, my roommate.  He didn't.  In a drunken stupor the night before he had entered our house through the back door, intent on "getting a drink of water" before he accidentally passed out on the couch.

He was a freshman and clearly scared to tell me this.  Instead of getting mad, I gave him some pepto bismal, an Excedrin and served him a plate of french toast and sausage.  He left promising to repay me but I never saw him again.

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<bot>: A drunk freshman broke into my house, passed out on my couch, and puked in my toilet.  I gave him hangover medicine, french toast and sausage.