One time a person I knew, don't call him a friend, had this feel for my place; either stay here or sleep under the fridge. I couldn't just let him sleep under the fridge. He asked if he could use my phone and I thought this increases the chance of him getting out of my house more quickly. So being the nice friend I am, I let him do it. The next day he picks up and leaves. So I'm happy for him, he's outta here, he's got a place to sleep, I did a good deed, everything's good. Then my phone rings. A this guy with a throbbing voice starts screaming at me. He said "You stay away from Becky. She's my girl, I don't know what you've been doing you jackass".  I told him I didn't know who Becky was and his response was "I know you do, I'm gonna come down there and break your head". I told him I let a friend borrow my phone and it must have been him. His response was "Don't you fuck  with Becky".