Has Secret Stash In His Room

The beach day party went on well into the night with my Brother's family and friends over. About 10pm we ran out of beer so I hopped on my beach cruiser and headed to the liquor store to grab an emergency 18 pack. The Hurricane was hanging out with my friends and family and was on very good behavior, I would call this just a category two storm.

I was told by my neighbor Ryan from 33rd street that while I was away and there was no beer in the fridge for that five minutes....the Hurricane went into his room and came out with a warm Bud Light Lime.

Ryan: Where did you get that?
Hurr: I have a secret stash in my room.
Ryan: Interesting, good thinking.

Now, lets think about this for a second, I have some questions.

1. He literally eats all the food and beer in the house, including some other items, so why does he have a second stash in his room?

2. I am the only one who has ever bought Bud Light Limes. Is he really taking my beers, putting them in his room and calling it his 'secret stash' ?

3. If he is taking my beers and storing them, what else of mine is in his 'secret stash'?

If I owned a gas mask I would probably go in his room to find out, unfortunately I care too much about my health to enter the tropical storm of rottenness that he calls his bedroom.

Is this really my life? ...I live with a Hurricane roommate who keeps a 'secret stash' of food and beer hidden from me....and they are MY FOOD AND BEER that I bought! What kind of fucked up weird twilight zone 5th dimension did I just walk in to?