It’s always nice to go to bed with a dude sleeping in your spare room, then wake up to find he’s disappeared, done the washing up, filled the ice trays, left a thank-you note, locked the door behind him and pushed the keys back through the letter box.
Frankly, this may be the best arguement yet in favour of homosexuality!
Though if you were gay, he’d be in the same room, and thus wake you up, surely?
Filled the ice trays?
Gaygaygay.
But they were out on the side, all defrosted! (and mostly empty)