Alas, I have a cat. Which means, I have to leave my door not only unlocked but cracked open, enough for her to get in and out. Otherwise she whines until I get out of bed to let her either in or out of the room.
But yeah, as for the furniture, I think its greatest offense was that it was in his way. He was apparently horribly angry about something (our roommate speculated a girl problem) and only dropped by our house to get something. Being drunk and angry, he had no inhibitions about overturning the coffee table, throwing things against the wall, and subsequently scraping up the entire side of his car against our dad's truck as he was pulling out of the driveway.
He also has almost no memory of last night and thought it was all in good fun today.
