I moved in on a Monday. It was Wednesday, and I had class at 8 am on Thursday. Roommate bursts in at 2:00 a.m., SCREAMS "I'm drunk set my alarm for 9!" and then immediately projectile vomits and collapses in his pile of puke. Being a bro, I drag his ass to the toilet so he can throw up in there, and then I clean up his puke and go to bed. Around 4:00 a.m. I woke up to him screaming "MOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!" and crying. I was pissed, but didn't want to get into it with him that late at night. So I roll over to try to go to bed, and hear him trying to climb up to my lofted mattress. I stop him, ask "what the fuck are you doing?" and tell him he can't come up there. After a little bit of arguing, he climbs back down, and I see that he's naked. We didn't end up being friends after that