In all fairness, the guy slugs his ass off for 14 hours, then shows up at my place. Such a bitch when he gets home..............puts me to shame as a bitch, and that's downright impressive. I handle it with style and grace, but it's getting irritating. I still fed him breakfast and made him a lunch..............but told him to go to his own home when he got home tomorrow, 'cause he was wearing me thin with my patience. His response: "I have to at least stop by and pick up my weed" WHAT??????????????? WTF? Apparently the duffelbag he keeps in my room has a large quantity of fucking weed in it. That's super. Excellent.