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35 Times People Said “Nope, I’m Never Coming To This House Again” When Visiting Someone
We don’t know about you Pandas, but we always worry about being good hosts. When we invite people over, we really do want them to feel like they’re at home. We tidy everything up. We get lots of snacks! And we try to focus on hearing our guests out instead of dominating the conversations ourselves.
However, not everyone has the same attitude towards cleanliness and manners as you’d expect from a host. A bit of chaos is lively and fine. A ton of chaos, dog poop everywhere, literal bed bugs, and total rudeness, however, are totally not okay. Also, did we mention the scorpions?! If your instincts tell you to ‘run!’ when you enter the door, you’d better listen to them.
We’ve collected some of the most horrifying stories about redditors visiting someone’s home to show you just how bad things can get. Suddenly, it doesn’t seem like the end of the world if your friend forgot to offer you some tea, right? Let us know what you think of these stories in the comments, Pandas. And if you’ve ever had to go through a nightmarish guest experience, tell us all about it, too, so everyone can take notes.
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I was the new kid in the 6th grade and quickly made friends with this one girl. I think she kind of jumped at the chance to be friends with the one person who knew literally nothing about her. She was really nice to me, but also kind of really strange... like she'd growl at people and she'd draw wolves on every single surface from the classroom to her bedroom, but nonetheless we were both in an advance art program so we saw each other more than I saw other people in my grade and I wasn't in a position to reject friendship.
Went to her house once- never went back. When we entered the home it smelled HEAVILY of dog urine... but there wasn't a dog. When I asked if she had a dog her response was "no, not since the accident" then there was an uncomfortable silence and she just started laughing uncontrollably. RED FLAG.
I stayed because my mother wasn't picking me up until a bit later and I didn't exactly know how to walk home. When my mother did come to pick me up and I was about to exit the house, the girl's mom literally ran after me and grabbed me and brought me back upstairs. She shook my shoulders screaming I couldn't leave right now. I started freaking out not knowing what was happening. The girl's mom is frantically running around to all the windows and screaming at someone outside in a language I don't understand. My mom calls the house and is also freaking out, the girls mom wouldn't let her talk to me and she also just watched me get dragged back by this woman. So she calls the police.
It escaltes and turns into like a mini hostage kind of situation. There was a guy outside that the girl's mom used to date and he wanted something from her and if I left he'd run into the house when the door opened, so I couldn't leave. Cops come, the girls mom gives me a plastic shopping bag duct taped everywhere and tells me under no circumstances am I allowed to look inside of it and that I had to hand it to the man outside. I didn't want to do that but it seems like it's the only way I'm getting out of there. It was rounded out by the contents and I remember it bearing the weight of a bowling ball. I actually pee'd on myself I was so scared. I didn't know what else to do so I took the bag and started to leave the house. When I made it to the exit I straight up YEETED the bag and ran to my mother. I have no clue where the guy was, I think at that point he was already apprehended by the police.
Whole time this was happening, the girl who I was there to hang out with was sitting on the table in her kitchen, eating cereal LIKE A DOG, not at all phased by the series of events happening in front her.
We had to go to the police station that night and becuase it was so late when I got home, I didn't go to school the next day. That day I missed school, the girl told everyone I was insane, and that when we hung out I went crazy and I pee'd myself for no absolutely reason.
We don't talk anymore.
Bored Panda got in touch with the editor at 'These Three Rooms,' interior design expert Ariane Sherine, to get her thoughts about what it takes to be a great host and how we can leave a good first impression from the very first moment a guest approaches our home.
Ariane told us that the first things that guests will notice will be the front door, the front of the house, the drive, and the garden (if you have one). "First impressions count, so make sure the front door and doorbell are clean, the drive is tidy and the bins aren't overflowing. I hang a pretty wreath on my front door, with changing colors depending on the season. A porch light is useful to guide their way in case it's dark," she shared what things we ought to focus on if we want to elevate everything.
"Next, there's the porch and front hall. Have a lovely doormat ready and a tidy place for them to put their shoes and coat. I have some stylish coat hooks in my porch and a shoe cupboard tucked away under the stairs. The front hall should be light, clean, and welcoming, so be sure to have the light on and everything vacuumed. The decor is up to your own personal taste but I love white or cream walls and a wooden floor," Ariane said, adding that if you choose engineered wood or wood-effect laminate, it'll be easier to maintain everything.
A work friend invited me over to his house to watch a hockey game so I said sure why not. I bought a 6 pick of beers and he said sweet. He just put them in his fridge. He proceeded to pour himself scotch but never asking me I wanted to have a drink. Then he pulled out some leftovers and made himself a dish and again, he never asked me if I was hungry. Then i just asked for a beer (that I had bought) and he said "i guess, but I was going to save them for another time". I left after the game and its been really akward at work.
You took your left over beers with you,right? Or at least drank them.
I was a mental health case manager a few years ago so I would do home and school visits to make my client's lives easier. I had this one client who lived in a 3 bedroom/2 bathroom house with her two parents and 11 siblings, 2 cats and 3 dogs. When I walked in, I almost dry heaved due to the smell and then it just got worse from there. I stood up for our entire 1 hour session (I cut it down to 45 minutes) because there was dog poop, some roaches, probably dog pee, and some mysterious crusty white substance on the couch and the floor was awful too. There was moldy food sitting on the coffee table and rotten milk in what I'm guessing was a bowl of cereal.
I had to call CPS due to these kids' living environment and then I insisted that I either see the child at school or the family come to the clinic. I was paranoid that I had picked up some bed bugs or lice or fleas or something and went home and stripped in the garage. I felt so bad because I know that my client had no choice but to live with her family in that house and that mom and dad had to work multiple jobs each to be able to afford just to keep a roof over their family's head so there was no time for much else.
Fortunately, with the help of some resources through CPS, my client showed me pictures of her "new house" which was really just her old house with clean floors, new furniture, fresh food, etc.
YOU got them help. That’s wonderful. In one of the houses I work in, I would have been one of the people who took over when you made the call. I’ve been at one house for a little over a year and when I started the floor was routinely covered in dirty diapers. Now, the kids and parents are in a great routine of cleaning and doing school work. The house has done a 180. I am so proud of them all.
Ariane, the editor at 'These Three Rooms,' said that being a good host is all about being friendly and welcoming, as well as anticipating what the guest will want or need to feel at home.
"Are they hungry or thirsty? Have snacks and drinks on hand. Would they like to rest after their journey? Take them to their room (which will of course be clean and tidy with a freshly-made bed). Show them where the bathroom is straight away in case they need to go immediately and make sure it's well-stocked with soap and toilet rolls," she said.
Ideally, you should treat your guests as you'd like to be treated when you come over. "On the flip side, the best way to make a guest feel uneasy is to act awkwardly, as they'll then feel awkward too—or to be brusque, silent, and unwelcoming and not offer them anything."
In Ariane's opinion, we shouldn't worry too much about being too eager to please because part of being a good host is being accommodating. "A clean, tidy, warm, and well-lit home is always impressive, but make sure you're also clean, fresh-smelling, and well-dressed and don't look messy or have food stains down your clothes! If you look flustered, that'll create an awkward atmosphere, so try to stay calm while also greeting your guests with a smile."
A failed scorpion farm.
Made the horrendous mistake of spending the night at my ex's parents' house. I woke up to the feeling of something crawling on me. I soon realized there were three somethings. I flipped on the light and discovered...scorpions. There are NO scorpions native to our area.
I freak out, swat them off and then run to the bathroom to strip and check for more and when I turn on the light, several scorpions on the wall scattered like roaches. I wake up the ex because seriously, wtf?
Apparently when he was younger he thought ant farms were boring and decided to order scorpions on the internet and make a scorpion farm instead. The survivors of his arachnid Mad Max setup escaped into the house where a few turned into an insane amount. The very wealthy parents chose to live with the scorpions rather than call an exterminator.
Never went back.
Ohhh god I can feel the creepy crawlies crawling on me even as I was reading this.
Growing up I was good friends with a girl whose brother had passed away in his teens unexpectedly. They were a really nice family and I truly really enjoyed spending time with her. About 3 years after her brother passed away we were at her house playing and we smelled this horrible smell that was coming from his old room. She was so embarrassed and just said "It happens sometimes I tell my mom but she doesn't care." so we decided to investigate because at 12 years old that's totally normal. well, her brother had about 4 ferrets, and they had reproduced at some point... There were about 10 dead ferrets, a dead turtle in a tank, surrounded in feces and mess, moldy/petrified food and all of his dirty laundry. Turns out his mom was so sad from him passing she just literally left his room the way it was, animals and all. I told my mom what happened and her suggestion was to always have her over at our house from now on. Which was for the best.
When I was in elementary school I had one friend who I really liked but something always seemed off about her. She was really sweet and goofy but sometimes she just seemed hurt in a way that as a kid I couldn’t understand. One time she invited me over for a sleepover. We spent the day doing normal kid stuff, but we were outside the entire day. When evening came we went into my friends room to play. Every time we went into her room she would lock the door behind her and turn her radio on. After we ate dinner with her family, her dad started wrestling with us. He put her older sister in some hold that I thought were weird, but he was in the military at the time and I just didn’t think about it any more. He did the same to me. Her dad was wrestling goofily with us but then we would always end up with him on top of us for just a minute too long. It was the first time I was there and he gave me a long hug afterward and told me he loved me. After that my friend pulled me away and we locked ourselves in her room with the radio on again.
It turns out that my friend's dad had been molesting my friend's older sister for years. Every single night for years. My friend had the bedroom across the hall from her sister and locked her door and turned on the radio at night so her dad wouldn’t come in and hurt her, and so she couldn’t hear what her dad was doing to her sister.
After that one sleepover I never went back. I just felt gross the next day but as a kid I couldn’t figure out what made me felt that way. I found out years later what was going on. I eventually grew apart from this friend but I still think of her often, and it seems like on social media she’s built a life for herself as an adult that she’s really happy with.
Skulls on the walls, swarms of flies, and the walls dripping with grease aren’t the only indications that your visit won’t be all that pleasant. There are two main areas that really demand to be treated well by anyone who’s opening up their home to others.
First of all: cleanliness. You’ve got to keep that ship tight, yo. The rule of thumb that we like to use is thinking about what your mom and grandma would say if they came over right now.
Would they be appalled by the mountain of unwashed dishes and piles of stinky clothes festering in the corners of your apartment? Would they give you a stern talking to for not vacuuming for the past three months? Odds are that, yeah, they totally would. Keep your guests happy by keeping your cleanliness standards up to par.
Secondly, it’s all about how you behave as a host. No matter how tidy your home, how much your kitchen floor might gleam, it all means nothing if you have a sour attitude. We feel like a good host is someone who puts their guests’ needs slightly ahead of their own. They’ll offer them tea, drinks, snacks, and maybe even a homecooked meal without seeming too pushy. They’ll make them feel comfortable without sacrificing their own comfort.
A neglective dog covered in ticks and fleas. Malnourished. Looked at me with the most pitiful plea for help.
Left and reported them to the RSPCA. The dog died the next day before they had a chance to attend.
F**k that guy.
"Oh yeah, did we mention we've got bedbugs? You should be OK, though."
Might want to give someone a heads-up about that in advance. You know, so they can *not come.*
No you wouldn't be ok! Bed bugs are notorious for being easily transferrable via clothing, purses, furniture, bedding, and anything you might put on the floor and later leave with. They're a nightmare to try and remove and they can literally give you psychosis just from having to deal with their bites and the fear that you can see or feel them on your body/pillow/blanket/clothing/etc. We have had them TWICE from hotel visits and just writing this reply is making my skin crawl and my body itch. Bed bug infestations should be avoided at all costs lest you want to wind up coating every surface in your home with alcohol and diatomaceous earth (*the DE was never enough on its own but soaking the mattress in alcohol and letting it dry out seemed to do the trick). My sympathies to anyone else who's ever had the unfortunate experience of having to have dealt with their awful, vampiric, monstrous little asses. They do "traumatic insemination" and you usually see blood or poop drops on your bed!
Finally went to a girls house that I had been talking to for a little while. We were messing around on the couch, things were advancing, and she asked to move to the bed. We get in the room and I noticed a foul smell. I started looking around and saw a pile of dog s**t on the floor, nbd, we had been out for a few hours and accidents happen. I told her about it and she said "oh no!" Like she was surprised and went to the bathroom to get things to clean it up. While she was in the bathroom I spotted 3 seperate piles of s**t and one of them almost petrified and had to have been there for a few days. I told her I didnt feel well and was going to go home. I never saw her again lol
Relationship and dating expert Dan Bacon, from The Modern Man, previously explained to Bored Panda that what truly matters is you being happy with the way your home looks and feels. We won’t be able to please everyone, so instead, we ought to focus on our own happiness. What’s even more important than the interior is how we behave.
"A man’s home is part of what people initially use to judge his social status and character. However, how he behaves and acts with the people who come over to his place says so much more about him," Dan said.
"A man might have a perfectly tidy, well-designed, and stylish home, but be very nervous and try too hard to impress people who come over. So, rather than seeing him as a cool, confident, successful man they can admire and look up to, most people just perceive him as a nervous, insecure guy with a nice place. Alternatively, they may see him as a guy who tries hard to please others with material things because he's insecure about himself and doesn't feel good enough in their eyes,” the dating expert told Bored Panda.
Dark, dingy, felt like a drug front and he served me a drink in a dirty used McDonalds cup with a chewed up straw.
In 7th grade I stayed overnight at a new friend’s house. She thought it would be hilarious to point her Dad’s shotgun at me. I never went back.
this is random but about a month ago my brother had a friend over and his friend was dead set on giving me a hug for some reason. so i'm just chilling in my room watching youtube, THEN HE BURST DOWN MY DOOR EVEN THO I TOLD HIM I DIDNT WANT A HUG AND FOR HIM NOT TO TOUCH ME, so this weirdo almost has me in a full hug then.... i kicked him into the wall. thats is it i didnt even get in trouble, the only thing hurt was his feeling which im fine with. TL;DR: i kicked a person into a wall,
walked in my friends living room and it is wall to ceiling nazi memorabilia, i'm talking flags, giant metal swastikas, uniforms, the whole lot. I just backed out. Later learned his dad is a antique dealer and they were all being sold to some sort of institute, still scared me sh**less i thought i wondered into a trap
"Remember that most people care more about themselves than other people. So, allow people to talk about themselves, rather than always trying to be the center of attention," he shared some of his thoughts about being a good host.
"Also remember to not try to oversell yourself or your place, to hopefully gain people’s approval. Be confident and secure in who you are as a person and let your surroundings provide additional clues about who you are and how you approach life."
Scissors stuck in the ceiling. Like the whole living room/ kitchen area ceiling was covered with scissors.
So there was like 30 pairs. At least. And this was in a trailer house so all I could think about was how horrifying it would be to be in this death trap in a bad storm or tornado.
When I was introduced to the owner of the now dubbed "scissor house" all my questions were answered and the answer is meth. I didn't ask about the scissors I made my friend take me home. I stayed maybe 10 minutes total, being in a scissor house with a bunch of crackheads is not how I like to spend my Friday nights.
So many cats! Cats were locked inside all day and they never cleaned up after them. Every surface in the house had cat food and/or cat s**t on it. Kitchen..stove had cat s**t on it, take a seat on the couch..but mind the cat s**t. No idea what the floor was made of, because it was covered in newspaper, fur, food and you guessed it, cat s**t. No idea how the smell hadnt killed them
Met my biological father and half siblings when I was 12. Spent a night at his house to “get to know my family”.
Proceeded the spend that entire night feeling disgusting, watching roaches crawl across the TV, trailing from the ceiling down the wall into the trash can. Crawling all over the piles of actual garbage laying on the bedroom floors.
I did not use the bathroom that night. It was a very long night.
Roaches can be hard to get rid of. Here in Houston we get them all time. Kitchens & bathrooms most often since they are looking for water. YOU CAN'T LEAVE ANYTHING OUT ON COUNTERS - TRASH GOES OUT EVERY NIGHT, KEEP CATS LITTER FRESH & PET FOOD IN SEALED CONTAORS - stuff like that works wonders
Dan noted that different people feel comfortable in slightly different interiors. Some prefer everything super tidy. Others thrive in the midst of light chaos.
"If you enjoy placing a lot of importance on your home because it means a lot to you, then do that. If you only see it as a place to live and want to focus your attention on other things, you should do that. You can never impress or please everyone, no matter what you do. Just look at celebrities as an example. They have millions of people who love them and millions who hate them,” he told us.
"The same applies to your home. You will never make it, furnish it or arrange it in a way where everyone loves you for it and wishes they had it. Some people will love it, others will like it and some will hate it. So, just enjoy doing what you want to do. That’s the only way you’ll truly be happy."
I went to a buddy from schools house for a sleepover, it was a Saturday night, and the one stipulation was, that I had to go with them to church in the morning. I was raised Christian (I've strayed from the flock in my adult years) so I didn't think much of it.
We got there, and people were getting "healed" by the minister (pastor? wizard man?)
Like getting touched on the forehead, then convulsing into better forms of themselves.
I felt so scared, everyone was yelling and dancing, I was sitting there quietly for what seemed an eternity.
They dropped me off at home, and I never went over for another sleepover.
I slept over at a friend's house and not only was her house dark and smelled weird but her dad immediately gave me weird vibes. I kind of let it go because maybe I just wasn't used to her house smell, and maybe the dad was just kind of intense, idk. I brush it off. A lot of small things happen that are strange to me, like not feeding us the entire day, insisting we slept top and tail or sending us to bed super early. I just brushed it all off. Wake up early the next morning and the dad is just standing there watching the two of us sleep. He sees me awake and doesn't even say anything or acknowledge his weird behaviour. That was the moment I was like "ohhhh, ya i'm never coming here again."
The pile of dishes in the sink with spiderwebs on it. Upon being asked what the deal was, she told me that a couple of years ago, her mom decided she wasn't doing the dishes anymore, they got divorced and the rest of the family swapped to paper plates. No one will do them out of spite so they've been there for more than 2-3 years by the time I saw it. It's been 5 years since and I doubt they've been touched.
JFC! And I thought I was bad leaving a sink full of dishes for 2 or 3 days 😳
I had an almost rich friend. Almost meaning that his parents were well to do (they just up and gave him a house) and his grandma was in the oil business (would leave 6 figure dividend checks uncashed on her tables because who cares?).
So he moves into his detached garage, halfway turns it into an apartment, and rents out the house to another friend. I didn't go over there often, but I knew that he hadn't sprung for improvements to the apartment like a toilet or running water. Understandable. I guessed he would just go in the house to use the bathroom.
I visited one day. His 'apartment' was trashed. Used pizza boxes were everywhere, dirty dishes, dirty clothes... etc. All of that I could understand; this was his house, his living space. Who was I to judge?
Then I noticed two things: a definite dog s**t smell and his penchant for Gatorade. The dog s**t was obviously from the other friend's dog, except that it'd tracked it into the apartment and my friend had tracked it all around, mooshing it into the sh**ty carpet. I was about to comment on him storing Gatorade all along the shelf near his computer and how keeping it cold would be better... until I realized that these were already used. The bottles were full of what I was sure wasn't Gatorade.
But he was almost rich, so he was better than me, according to him.
Their hermit crabs lived in the couch for whatever reason. Yeah, in the couch. Guess their glass cage thing broke on it and she figured it was easier to let them live there. She poured sand under the cushions. It was f**king weird
I had a buddy I visited who played cat turd golf in his house because there were cat turds caked onto the carpeting everywhere. I believe an 8-iron was the club of choice.
A friend from school mother thought I was extremely rude because I stuttered in front of her. Then because of the stuttered and the embarrassment I felt I decided to pick my words carefully.
She said directly to me, a 12 year old that I was extremely rude.
Now aged 20, I still have a massive fear of meeting anyone's parents.
Wow that's shitty. Hopefully they didn't pick on their own kids, at least the kids' friends got the choice of leaving the toxic environment.
I spent the night in the guest bedroom, and the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes the next morning was a pile of rat droppings on the pillow next to me.
Their dog pissing on my shoe because I was in her 'peeing zone', which happened to be right in the doorway to their kitchen. She just let the dog pee there instead of bothering teaching her to go outside.
Sadly my interactions with this woman weren't up to me, but I think that was the last time I went to that house in particular.
She also let her cat s**t between the wall and dishwasher in her next house for about 2 years straight and didn't even notice until she moved out. She's also a hoarder and her place is always crammed to the brim with furniture.
This person no longer has animals, thankfully. The dog went to another owner, I hope they treated her better.
I got a puppy roughly two days ago, and we've been working on potty training right from the start, because that's just the smart thing to do. While yes, it's exhausting having to take a dog outside all the time to let them do their business, having to watch them, etc., It is no excuse for just letting your dog pee wherever the heck it wants. I know somebody who does that, and I LOVE those dogs because I've known them for so long, but I just can't go to her house without being disgusted every time her dogs pee in the house.
I had this thought after visiting the house my friend shared with her (now ex) boyfriend. It was his house, but it was so messy you could barely squeeze in the front door. There were boxes and just *stuff* everywhere. I had to step over boxes just to get to the couch, and at that point I was mildly amused because I'd never really seen a mess like that before. But the true horror struck when it came time to use the only bathroom in the house...
It was a small bathroom, typical of a house built in the 30's, and the toilet was against the wall that was opposite the door. This is only noteworthy because there were months (maybe years) old urine caked across the floor, the wall, every part of the toilet expect for the seat... presumably because my friend kept that clean so she could use it. The smell was utterly horrid.
Apparently, her boyfriend liked to stand at the doorway and launch his p**s to the toilet. He had poor aim.
I left early because I really had to pee and I would p**s in the yard before I dared to use that bathroom. When I finally got home and pulled off my pants I found 2 ticks on my legs... I assume I picked those up in that mess of a house.
I never went back.
Been in a house like that, she reported me to child welfare for moving to another state. So only fair let child welfare know the condition she kept her daughter in...positive note here: the daughter is now well fed, clothed and looked after with love...
Dirty bongs and moldy dishes all over the place. Then her kid sister came down with a rat and said "This is my new rat, i killed the other 1" ( She stabbed it in the eyes)
Had the sexy time with a girl at her place. Was under the impression that her kids weren't home. We both fell asleep in the buff.
Little bit later I hear this little kid voice asking if he can crawl up in bed. His mom is like sure honey and scoots over so he can lay between us.
Noped right the f**k out of there.
He didnt know the kid or kids were there. It sounds like he was creeped out because she invited kid in bed with a stranger.
One of my friends brothers married this girl who’s parents passed away suddenly after their wedding leaving her a business and about 3 million dollars. So the two of them bought this enormous house on a 50 acre plot of land. I went to go see the house one time after they had been living in it for about 6 months. Now from the outside seemingly nice property big front lawn and all that. There was literally no furniture inside aside from one couch and a few folding chairs. We toured around the endless number of rooms and there were used paper towels, plates, bags of trash, half empty Pepsi bottles (some filled with p**s), and the bedroom consisted of a mattress and a piles of unfolded clothes. It was one of the most bizarre sights I’ve ever witnessed. I forgot to mention the overflowing cat box. This skeeved me the f**k out so much so that my friend was upset at my reaction.
I ended up being left alone with friends mom. The women spent 30 minutes telling me every outlandish conspiracy theory in the book. Asked for my help with her facebook account because she was positive the government was tracking her with it because she knew that the end of times was coming and who god was going to punish.
She said a lot and I don't remember half of it because my brain couldn't process the fact someone thought and believed all this.
Love the rest of the family though.
Urine cups (plural) on open display until the host poured them out in the sink.
Their bathroom floor was carpet and it was always wet. It went through my shoes and got my socks wet. First time, maybe someone just showered. Second time, nope I can’t live like this.
They had accumulated so many dirty dishes, they just put them into the bath tub.
Oh yeah cuz that is the most logical thing to do! Obviously, *washing* the dishes would be absolutely insane! How could I even think of such a thing?
Was supposed to be staying over and I was attacked by fleas, noped right out of there right then after dowsing my legs in raid flea killer that they had sitting around
Oh man I'm having flashbacks to an old friends house. The fleas were so bad the carpet looked like it was moving. The poor hamster cage was even filled with them. It was horrendous and nobody did anything about it
I turned on a light in the bathroom and I saw at least 30 roaches scatter
Oh no no no no if I see *one* roach, I’m running like a bear is chasing me. Those little bitches are actual immortal!
Their house smelled so strongly of dog that I might as well have tied their dog to my face. They only had one medium-sized dog that spent most of its time in the back yard.
Gay Combat Veteran married. We went to a friend's house for a game night. They were straight. We are openly gay. As we're playing games the male of the couple heads to their bedroom to get something. When the door was open, I saw they had a wall-sized confederate flag. So I waited til he and his GF went out to smoke and I peaked into their room and they also had some Nazi stuff on the walls. I walked out and whispered to my husband what I saw. We got dressed, put on our winter coats, walked outside. They were smoking. My husband said, "Hey, we're gonna take off. It's getting late and we have a walk ahead of us." So, we leave. The next day the girl texts me telling me she thought we were rude for leaving abruptly. I replied, "You have a confederate flag and Nazi s**t in your house, what about that makes gay people feel welcome?" She replied that it belonged to her bf's deceased grandfather and he displays it to honor him. We never went back and basically just stopped replying to texts.
So many animals hurt/abused/killed....... Some people should never be allowed near animals 😢 I need to go look at some Pixie and Brutus now
I like animals, but because I'm both physically and financially incapable of taking care of them, I don't have any of any kind. I know if I were to become ill, which does happen because of chronic conditions I have, the poor animal(s) would suffer, and I neither can, nor will do that to them. Plus, I'm 70 y.o., have to use a cane to walk because of spinal arthritis and other issues, so walking a dog would be nearly impossible. I just won't put an animal in that situation.
Load More Replies...Gay Combat Veteran married. We went to a friend's house for a game night. They were straight. We are openly gay. As we're playing games the male of the couple heads to their bedroom to get something. When the door was open, I saw they had a wall-sized confederate flag. So I waited til he and his GF went out to smoke and I peaked into their room and they also had some Nazi stuff on the walls. I walked out and whispered to my husband what I saw. We got dressed, put on our winter coats, walked outside. They were smoking. My husband said, "Hey, we're gonna take off. It's getting late and we have a walk ahead of us." So, we leave. The next day the girl texts me telling me she thought we were rude for leaving abruptly. I replied, "You have a confederate flag and Nazi s**t in your house, what about that makes gay people feel welcome?" She replied that it belonged to her bf's deceased grandfather and he displays it to honor him. We never went back and basically just stopped replying to texts.
So many animals hurt/abused/killed....... Some people should never be allowed near animals 😢 I need to go look at some Pixie and Brutus now
I like animals, but because I'm both physically and financially incapable of taking care of them, I don't have any of any kind. I know if I were to become ill, which does happen because of chronic conditions I have, the poor animal(s) would suffer, and I neither can, nor will do that to them. Plus, I'm 70 y.o., have to use a cane to walk because of spinal arthritis and other issues, so walking a dog would be nearly impossible. I just won't put an animal in that situation.
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