I didn’t mind you oh-so-coyly letting me know that you were having sex with your girlfriend. I didn’t even really mind you letting me know when you were having sex with your girlfriend. I just laughed and thought you were kinda sad and seeking attention.
I didn’t mind (all that much) that you used all the toilet paper and didn’t put a new roll on.
I did mind when you walked into my bedroom in the morning, in only tighty-whities, without knocking, while I say laying in bed with someone.
But I sure as hell minded when you left a fucking used condom on my bathroom counter. I would have counted my weekend quite complete without you getting your cocksnot all over my damn bathroom.
And when I left a note in the bathroom asking you to clean up your damn mess, you ignored it. You got up out of bed, used the bathroom again, saw that your host was asking you to remove your diseased seed from the counter, and just went back to sleep.
I’ve never had my hospitality abused like that, and you’re the only guest I’ve ever thrown out of my home.
P.S. I didn’t invite him. Blame Nevermore