I don't own my own house but I do have my own room and if anyone came in there and moved my stuff around I would be TICKED!

Tell him and if they don't like it tell them they are leaving. People. People. People.

 

I have a friend named Ethan..he used to come over to my apartment and stay for a week or more, eat most of my food, snacks and whatever...and then i would tell him to leave, and he would get all mad...but you know what i told him..hey..this is MY apartment, MY rules, and also you have to *in cartmans voice* respect my authority...cuz in my apartment..i rule..and if you dont like it...then dont come over.

Even when my parents come..if they dont follow my rules..theres the door.

Im a nice guy and i treat my guests well..but once you start abusing my property..or hog all my food, or treat my stuff like you own it..then you have officially overstayed your welcome...Simple as that.

 

You know what they say about house guests, " they're like fish ,after three days they stink and it's time to through them out!"LOL Carl

 

well...i like having guests over..but when they start saying that their rules apply in MY space..oh no...i very well tell my guests....i dont mind having you over..but if you think your rules mean anything here..think again..im king of the castle and you are more like.....ummmmmmm...errrrrr...guests..yeah thats it..guests..

 

Three solutions:

1 - Lay down the law. Your house, your rules.

2 - Download recipes for humans, there must be a website devoted to canninbalism on the web somewhere. Leave lots of printouts around, remark to him how "well marbeled" he's becoming.

3 - There is a little known asile at WalMart that has a nice selection of Claymores....(Mines for ALL social occasions)

 

hmmmm...*stirs the biggest pot of boiling water he can* you were saying something there old?...hehe..just kidding..i am the king of my apartment though..i tell guests...my apartment isnt burger king..you cant have it your way here...that one usually works.

 

you have to put up with friends and family

i can put up with my sister for about 48 hours but she usually only stays for a day anyway. if she needed a place to crash for a month or a year that would be OK too. there's the basement. i found some bathroom fixtures in the trash this summer, haven't gotten around to putting up the walls but knock yourself out. my house is your house but i need my privacy

last time i went to see my dad we got in a huge fight and i left. at one point we were driving somewhere in my car and he wouldn't shut up about my driving. i asked if he wanted to get out and walk instead. i'm not gonna physically throw my dad out but he still didn't drop it. so i just turned the radio up so loud i couldn't hear his voice anymore. i was 25 at the time, first and last time i've resorted to teenager music tactics. i haven't talked to my dad since

i'm ok with mom but her husband is a selfish, inconsiderate (SNIP) and the reason i don't visit for the holidays. i love my mom but it breaks my heart she married this loser who sits on his butt surfing the net all day, complains all the time and thinks he knows everything

last time they visited me their dog went nuts attacking my dog, and broke some glasses. this is a big dog so i grabbed him and laid him down.. not in my house. he was (SNIP) but he only complained there was only one bathroom. we went out for breakfast and he began to bully some waitress because his eggs weren't cooked right. actualy he's sent back his eggs for as long as i've known him. then he told me i didn't tip right. but it's my mom's decision she married him so i bite my tongue

 

web...good point..merry christmas..be safe.

 

Here is a trick I find gets the "guests" to move along.... the day they show up, stop cleaning the cat litter boxes (until they leave). This works on most pretty quickly.. If you have a guest that doesn't notice a difference in air quality, turn the heat down in the house really, really low and don't put any beer in the frig. Poof~~~they are gone!!

 

My sister moved in for couple of weeks. one year later she finally moved out.
We do not get along.

 

i remember working on the snow removal. the other guy had quit and my boss had brought his father in law in to work with us. the Father and his wife only had one car between the two of them and he just couldn't let go of the fact one of his kids hadn't offered his wife a ride to work so he could take the car to come do the snow at night. implication of all his whining seemed to be "i'm your father in law, give me a company truck". boss didn't like that idea very much

till like a week later we're in front of my boss's house, his girlfriend is giving him an earful about something and next thing you know we're digging out one of the old trucks.

i hadn't missed a day in 3 winters working with this guy. other guys come and go, don't show up or can't shovel snow 24 hours straight so he always called me first each fall. i get a little satisfaction when i see him running want ads all winter looking for guys.

 

So true.

I stopped buying beer & they found a place of their own to move in one the first of the year. Imagine what would happen if had stopped paying the bills.