A little while ago, I made dinner and invited a friend of mine to share it with me. I didn't know that my friend is the biggest pig I've ever met. He was belching the whole time he was at the table. And if that wasn't enough, he wiped his dirty face and hands on the tablecloth. I'll never invite that slob over again.

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The other day, I had a party at my house. I invited some of my friends, but more people showed up than I was expecting. Two or three of my friends brought friends along. At first, everything was cool. People were friendlily chatting, joking and laughing. But after a little while, as some people were getting drunker and drunker, they began arguing with each other. Things were getting out of control, so I had to do something about it. I tried reminding them that they're guests in my house and that they shouldn't insult other people. Also, I asked them not get food on the clean, white tablecloth. After that, they called me a neat freak, and said that I'm such an annoying whimp. So I just kicked those slobs out of my house and slammed the door behind them.

I should definitely just come out and tell my friends that they shouldn't bring people I don't know to my house. Also, I was upset that nobody wanted to help me wash the dishes after the party, so I had to do it all myself. Sometimes, parties are a pain in the neck.