My college freshman roommate. He acted like a homeschool kid who finally got away from his parents: drinking, partying, etc. Of course, he couldn’t hold his alcohol, so he would stagger back late at night a few times a week. Occasionally, he would be so drunk he couldn’t walk get into bed so I would have to throw him onto his bed. (I’m a little asian kid and he was a decently sized american.)
Once, when I was spending the night with a girl, he fell asleep in my bed, vomited under my pillow, and then fell asleep again. Another time I was asleep and I woke up to him taking a dump in my laundry basket. He didn’t remember it in the morning when he got up.
The thing is, I couldn’t help but laugh because he was the most polite drunk ever. He always called me either “good sir” or “old bean.”