I was a guest as well, but this still counts, right?
I was staying at a friend's house in Brooklyn, along with Charley, a longtime friend of mine. Absolute stand up guy, salt of the earth. You will see how salty soon. We went out for a night on the town, and came back a bit worse for the wear. I went to bed, along with our host Rex (not the same bed you perverts) but Charley, being a bit of an insomniac, stayed up.

At some point during the night, Rex's brother Liam gets up to go to the bathroom, whereupon he finds Charley almost incoherently drunk, on his knees in the middle of the bathroom floor, scooping up vomit with his bare hands and placing it in the toilet. "There's no paper towels" he says, to which Liam replies. "Charley, what are you doing? You can leave this until morning. We will go get paper towels and you won't have to use your hands."

"No! It's all about respect!" was Charley's slurred reply, as he resumed scooping puke into the toilet.

To this day, any good deed Charley does is always acknowledged by a curt: "All about respect, right Charley?"
(raulduke, Thu 6 Jan 2011, 18:52, Reply)