I came home from work and he asked how would I like to host 2 kenyans for the week as they need a place to stay. I, being the kind and generous wife that I am, said ok. Then he found out it was really 3 kenyans. All with about 2 hours notice from finding out to when they walked in my front door.
Once, my roommates and I, were at an irish pub and the band playing needed a place to stay so they crashed at our place. I made out with the bass player. It feels good to be an humanitarian, doesn't it?