Someone go into your 'house' to take a loo. and you, being nice, let them in. and after they've done with their 'business', they decided to sit on your custom-made, comfortable, and ridiculously expensive sofa.

Then they grab your remote ; without asking you first ; and turn on the TV. 5 minute after that, they 'moan about their right's to grab some 'delicious thirst-quenching soda' in your fridge. Being a polite host, you serve em some, not many, but enough for a wondering adventurer.

And they want more.. and more.. and more.. and start throwing your grandmother's beautiful flower vase, yeah the one that's been sitting on your family's coffee table for 50 years, to the wall, and it breaks to pieces.

you asked them out. they said no!. 'it's not time yet'. they 'haven't flushed down the toilet'. and you argued with them that your toilet are built-in with auto-flushing, self-cleaning squeaky bowl. they top it over with some rocket-science theory about how 'toilets like that don't last long', and told you they can 'build better toilets'.

And they decided to stay in your house.. and sleep on your bedroom, bang your wife. and invite Their cousins in. The end.

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wow... what the fuck am I typing. Where do bears come from?