So last night, my grandmother awoke to find a naked man bleeding all over her room. He broke in and cut his hand on the glass, so he was bleeding quite badly. She'll likely need to replace all her carpets.
Luckily, they guy was so high, he didn't know what he was doing, and wasn't aggressive. My uncle had left a pair of jogging pants and a a shirt there, so she gave them to him to put on. He then wandered off in a daze and she followed him out to the kitchen, where she dialed 911. At this point he became aggressive and grabbed the phone from her, then wandered out the screen door, which she promptly locked behind him.
The 911 people called back after receiving the hang up call to check if everything was OK, and she told them the situation, and they sent some police over. By the time the police arrived, the guy had found a ladder in the back, and was attempting to bash his way through the glass door.
The guy was really fucking high, and the only thing he could say was to ask about some Brittaney girl. WTF?
I had my own encounter with a crazy naked guy. My brother and I were at a massive beach party, and went to sleep in his friends car. Me in the back seat, and my brother in the passenger seat. Apparently, sometime in the middle of the night, a naked guy decided our car would be a good place to sleep. My brother woke up to discover a naked guy next to him and left to go sleep in the tent with his friends, leaving me alone in the car with the naked guy (Thanks bro!).
I woke up the next morning to the sounds of the naked guy swearing away and kicking the interior of the car. His girlfriend had found him, and was trying to get him to come out and put on clothes, but he was so hungover, he just wanted to sleep. As I lay in the back seat, I heard the nastiest things I've ever heard said, accompanied by frenzied kicking of the interior of the car. I was so hung over, I didn't even want to look to see what was going on, I was just hoping he'd shut up.
So when I finally got up, the guy was gone, I say my brother and we started laughing about what happened. Turns out the naked guy (now dressed) was close enough to hear us and he stormed over acting all tough, and then slapped my brother across the face. Normally i would have stomped him into the dirt, but I didn't know if I had to puke or shit worse. I was too hung over to do anything about it. His girlfriend came over and dragged him away and we were left standing there with WTF looks on our green faces.
Morale of the story, never trust a naked guy!