Normally, I was okay with inviting Craig, Clyde, and Token over because they are my friends. And frankly, even a homebody like me needs to bring company over every now and then. But frankly, it's always one thing or another with those three that drive me bonkers. Seriously, people tend to think I would be "that" friend that would cause the most trouble; but compared to those three combine I'm as mild as a fat house cat.
Clyde can be one oblivious fuck and he would do stupid things like breaking the elastic band of my sleeping mask or forgetting his socks or various school supplies in my room after a sleepover. He keeps on insisting it was the sock goblins or the trinket gnomes but Craig punches him in the face every time Clyde would start because Craig doesn't want me to stop wearing socks on top of not wearing underwear. (I managed to get rid of the underpants gnomes a long time ago by going commando.)
Token… For the most part, he's pretty good at not causing destruction and mayhem in my household. Except that Cartman would barge into my house because he wants to drag Token in his random mishaps and I don't like Cartman in general. Token likes him much less than I do but somehow he gets dragged along by Cartman and that means Craig and Clyde would go with him to prevent Token from getting hurt. That would also entail Craig to give me some sort of stupid task to do to prevent me from coming with him. I guess he doesn't want me to get killed by Cartman or something but that doesn't mean I'm okay with baking 200 chocolate chip cookies for the volleyball team's bake sale and car wash..
Speaking of Craig, he's the largest pain in the ass whenever I invite him over. He may be my boyfriend and I tend to invite him over a lot in general, but with him in his company of his bros... He becomes 10% more of a jackass and he thinks it's okay to demand me to fetch him some snacks because he still feels uncomfortable in my house and around my parents in general. It would usually result in me bitching him out of my room and kicking him down the stairs to get the damn snacks himself.
Worst of all, I've only asked those three to do me a simple favor: stay put in my room and don't cause too much trouble while I'd be out for an hour or so for my appointment at the chiropractor. They said they wouldn't cause much trouble but when I got home, they were huddled on the kitchen countertop because my puppy, Naga, scared them with his obnoxious barking. What the fuck. These three are freaking 17 years old, each on the football, basketball, and volleyball team, have seen more shit than I have in this fucked up town, and are scared shitless by a tiny corgi. They told me they only left my room because they wanted a snack but didn't expect my "demon dog" to "attack" them out of nowhere.
This is why I only invite those three at the same time every other week.
This is all based on a true story.