“My friend appeared behind him and said, ‘Oh yeah, we’re nudists. Forgot to mention that.’ FORGOT TO MENTION THAT??”

"I used to live in the South, so I was semi-tolerant of them, but they still give me the ick. As the visit progressed, we began to see the extent of this issue. Not only were they in common areas, but they were also in the bedroom we stayed in (often in the bed), they were on tables and chairs, in kitchen drawers, and even INSIDE the fridge. We didn’t really have other plans for where to stay, and I tried to have a talk with them, but I received a lukewarm response. We ended up only eating out, and I had to hold back tears and shouting just to lie in bed, always having to swat one off the pillow. Not only did it make me never really go over there again, but we’ve also hardly talked since, and it’s left a scar on my Denver memories."

"That's not something you forget. That's like forgetting to mention you own a giraffe. At that point, I was already there, so I awkwardly walked in. The thing is, nobody else seemed to think anything was weird. His mom was making sandwiches. Naked. His older brother was watching TV. Naked. The dog had a bow tie on. The dog was somehow the most formally dressed member of the household. Meanwhile, I was trying to figure out whether this was real life or if I'd somehow wandered into the strangest dream of all time. At one point, I actually texted my friend from the bathroom: 'Is everyone really naked?' He replied: 'Yeah.' That was the entire response. No explanation. Just 'yeah.' The funniest part was that they were incredibly nice. Nobody made a big deal about it. Nobody acted strangely. The only person malfunctioning was me. When I finally got home, my mom asked how it went. I just replied, 'I need about 24 hours to process what happened.' I never went back. Nice family, though."

"I yelled at him to stop and give it back. His mom came over, and instead of disciplining him, she had the audacity to tell me it was my fault for not giving it to him and that 'in this house we treat each other with respect'. I packed up my stuff and walked home. When my mom called, I told her what happened. I was allowed to stay home alone for the next two days by myself."

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