I crashed at a gay buddies house in the San Diego gayborhood for a while, some time ago.
One day I came back from the gym, he was in his bedroom. I go into the kitchen and there's about 8-10 empty coors light bottles on the counter and his weed pipe in the sink. I make my dinner and go into the living room to eat. Just got sat down and there's a knock on the front door, I answer it and it's a dude, he says that my buddy told him to head back to his room, so I let him in.
Then a knock at the back door, another dude, telling me that my buddy told him to head back to his room. THEN a final knock at the front door, same story.
Naturally, I got the hell out of there and didn't come back till I was confident that the coast was clear.
Later when I gave him shit about having a 5:00pm orgy, he said "Craigslist is awesome..."
Ok, had to tell you that, to say this.
All those dudes that showed up?
Skinny as rails.