My Roommate Was More Disgusting Than Yours: 19 People Share Their Horror Stories

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1. He would shit in the shower and waffle stomp in down the drain, leaving a horrible shit smell and brown stains in the shower.

“First year college I was living in an old Hungarian widow’s house where she rented out three rooms. It was a good quiet place to study and not get distracted.

So one of my fellow renters was a quiet nerdy girl who lived in the basement, she was no problem…then there was Phil…

Phil was a 500lb bachelor in his 40s who claimed to be a professional pilot and millionaire (all while renting a room for 400 bucks)

-He would cook steaks the size of my head and then blame his dishes on me to the old lady who had no idea what to do about it.

-He’d steal my food

-If my girlfriend was over he’d masturbate and wheeze so loudly we could hear

-He couldn’t fit on the toilet in our tiny shared bathroom so he would shit in the shower and waffle stomp in down the drain, leaving a horrible shit smell and brown stains in the shower.

I hated Phil.”

CaptainFilmy


2. She would regularly spend an hour or more popping zits on his back.

“My roommate was a pretty shy dude. He didn’t talk a lot, only had one friend, and spent most of his time playing halo with that one friend. Eventually, toward the end of the year, he got a girlfriend. This was his first girlfriend, and I think he was her first boyfriend too, so they had a weird way of showing intimacy. For example, she would regularly spend an hour or more popping zits on his back (he had bacne). Also, he once told me that when he or she had to shit, the other would sit in the bathroom as well to keep each other company. They would also sometimes hold hands to prove to each other how close they were. It mostly didn’t bother me, but one time I walked into the living room, and he covered up his junk really quickly with a pillow. I thought I’d walked in on a handjob, so I was like ‘sorry guys, I’ll get out of your way.’ She said ‘No, it’s not what you think. I was just trimming his pubes. seriously, he doesn’t even have a boner.’ They were weird.”

KurtBrown


3. She got pet rats that stank, and they escaped and ate/pooped on a bunch of my stuff.

“I had a horrible, nightmare roommate who had no sense of smell. Her boyfriend was a creep who lived with us without my permission and they each paid one-quarter of the rent while I paid half (he also loved to leave hair in the bathroom sink!) She got pet rats that stank, and they escaped and ate/pooped on a bunch of my stuff when I was out of the apartment on winter break.”

FontenotA


4. His room smelled so bad, I mean like a dead pig covered in its own feces that was dropped in a sewer full of dead babies.

“A pretty detail story but hear me out. I lived in a suite with 5 other guys, so essentially 3 doubles. Our roommate who lived in the third one, who we are all boys with, was the one with the hygiene problem. He showered no more than once a month and wore the same clothes without washing for a very long time. Also, there were other things such as leaving unfinished food around the suite.

The horror story was when one time his room smelled so bad, I mean like a dead pig covered in its own feces that was dropped in a sewer full of dead babies. Our drunk roommate went into our smelly roommate’s stank chamber to see where he was, but he didn’t find anything except for a big wave of stench that essentially nuked his nostrils. He had this disgusted face and I asked him what was wrong, and he said, ‘I’ll be back.’ He went into our suite bathroom and closed the door. That moment was where I heard the most horrific sounding vomiting no mortal man should ever hear. It sounded like a volcano had sex with Niagara Falls and proceeded to explode with a thousand bottles of whiskey. Everyone in our suite was filled with extreme disgust and laughter after those events had transpired.

TL:DR—Roommate’s room smelled so bad that it made our drunk roommate puke like Krakatoa.”

bolderandbrasher


5. He tried to poke a finger up one roommate’s butthole as a ‘prank’ and when confronted, said ‘I didn’t even penetrate you bro.’

“Oh man I’ve been waiting for this question. Had a college roommate who:

Intentionally walked in whenever someone was having sex

Diagnosed one roommate with Asperger’s because they didn’t get along

Tried to poke a finger up one roommate’s butthole as a ‘prank’ and when confronted, said ‘I didn’t even penetrate you bro’

Called one of our roommates a selfish Jew because he wouldn’t buy Mario Kart for our gamecube

Asked to have a threesome with me and my GF

Claimed he was gonna own 5 restaurants by the time he was 25 and be a real estate tycoon (despite playing COD 16 hours a day)

Said he would be in a major symphony orchestra despite never practicing his instrument

Called every girl that wouldn’t immediately have sex with him an evil bitch

Sold drugs from our room

There’s more, but it would take hours to describe everything.”

trumpetemperor


6. She regularly left dishes out to mold, puked in the sink at least once a week, and never flushed the toilet.

“I lived with 3 girls in off campus housing in college, against my better judgement. None of them cleaned. And they were incredibly rude.

Girl 1 survived solely off of microwave pizzas (which exploded everywhere), regularly left dishes out to mold, puked in the sink at least once a week, and never flushed the toilet. When asked to clean, she said I should have to do it since she was in ‘hard classes.’ She watched Netflix at least 10 hours a day and barely passed said classes.

Girl 2 was a violent drunk. She would also yell at my guests, while sober, and constantly try to get up in people’s faces. She threatened me multiple times, to the point where I was able to use her texts to break lease and could have pressed charges.

Girl 3 was petty, stupid, and just blindly followed what the other two said and did. She kept stalking her fwbs, and always expected me to listen to her problems.

None of them are successful now, unsurprisingly.”

alchemyshaft


7. He would apparently sit all night plucking pubes and depositing them in plastic tubs half-full of rancid ice cream.

“Lived in a 2-bedroom apartment with 3 other guys (2 in 1 bedroom, one guy on the couch ‘temporarily,’ and me in the other bedroom). Couch guy was fine, and my friend in the other room was ok, but his friend was the problem.

See, the issue was the other guy (let’s call him Ross, because that was the filthy fucks name) had horrible hygiene. He dropped out of school, or was possibly kicked out, because all he ever did was play EverQuest.

Ross would apparently stay up all night on the computer that was in the living room. He wouldn’t leave his desk. Not even for bathroom breaks. He would piss in 1 liter mountain dew bottles, and just leave them on the desk next to the ice cream tubs filled with pubes. Yes, he would apparently sit all night plucking pubes and depositing them in plastic tubs half-full of rancid ice cream.

Best part was our shower situation. Our water heater died, and didn’t get replaced for 4 months. Yes, our landlord was that shitty. I showered at the gym, couch guy showered at school, my buddy showered at his parents’ house. Ross….. didn’t. When we all celebrated the water heater being replaced after 4 months, Ross asked when it had broken. Nasty sonofabitch hasn’t showered in more than 4 months. The smell was horrendous. We just kinda figured he was ok with cold showers, he was still in bed when we all left in the morning, and he was always on his bathrobe, with wet looking hair when we would get home from school, work, etc. We all figured he just showered when he got up. Nope. He was so greasy his hair looked like he just got out of the shower.

We know he didn’t shower, as when I got to take the first shower after the repairs, the shower was dusty as fuck and the water from the shower was rusty (hasn’t been used in months).”

ButtcrackMcGee


8. My hand was now covered in my roommate’s cum.

“My old roommate was dating a good friend of mine. One day, after her spending the night, the went out for lunch. His dog came out of his room with a tissue in her mouth, I stopped her, grabbed it and went to throw it out when my hand felt really wet. It was a condom, fully loaded, and when I grabbed it I guess I squeezed it because my hand was now covered in my roommate’s cum. It’s been years and I still haven’t told him about it.”

LadyJane17


9. I honestly will never forget the sight of Rob standing there in the middle of the room with urine dripping down his face.

“I had a few roommates when I was living in the dorms my freshman year in college….They were good people all in all and we had some good times but as with just about every college experience for most of us, there was one guy who liked to drink, a lot.

One night I came home at like 3 in the morning to find our drunk roommate just standing over one of our other roommate’s beds, staring at him awkwardly in this odd walking dead looking stupor. I could tell he was plastered because he was kinda rocking around in silence in the dark. honestly it was a bit creepy, so I called out to him in a whisper.

‘Mike…’

He turned his head towards me relatively quickly, head bobbing all around, and slowly raised his finger in front of his mouth, and quietly shh’d me like fuckin’ Elmer Fudd hunting rabbits…. He held his finger there for another few seconds and (nearly incoherently) muttered, ‘fuck this guy.’

If you could permit me to quickly paint a picture of what Mike looked like. and what Rob looked like, you’ll understand why this was a really huge problem. They were as polar opposite as you could imagine, in just about every capacity. Mike was a surfer from Los Angeles, shorter, skinnier kid, with long hair and a stoner attitude. Rob on the other hand grew up on a farm and was substantially larger and substantially more fit, than Mike and he never fucked around. Dude was serious, always.

Now, Mike must have already had it out without me noticing because he was primed and ready to fire without me even realizing what was going on. All I heard was the sound of water hitting cloth, and that’s when I saw it… He had started to pee on Rob, who up until that moment was fast asleep.

Rob, waking up to what he thought was just warm water, quickly realized what was happening and proceeded to jump out of bed and grabbed Mike (who was still peeing on him up until this point) and threw him across the room, off the far wall. He looked like a fuckin rag doll bouncing off the wall, hitting the desk below, and then onto the ground.

Mike didn’t say a word. He stood up, quietly tucked himself in, and proceeded to walk right past Rob, and climb back into his bed.

Rob looked at me, looked at our other roommate who was now awake behind me, and looked back at Mike. all of us had this dumbfounded look on our face except Mike, who was of course within seconds, already starting to quietly snore.

I honestly will never forget the sight of Rob standing there in the middle of the room with urine dripping down his face, off his shoulders and down his arms, with this absolute befuddled look on his face, as he tried to process what the fuck just happened.

I think it angered him more to hear Mike snoring because he angrily turned to his bed and tried to wake him up by shaking him, violently at first and then hitting him in his back, arms and head. nothing. Mike was out cold.

The rest of the year went as you could imagine. It was an experience.”

reasonandmadness


10. We were assaulted by the smell of raw sewage that was so strong it caused my girlfriend (at the time, an autopsy technician) to literally dry-heave.

“I have many, many stories of my college roommates, but the one that stands out the most was the Shower Incident.

My girlfriend and I were renting a house with a female friend who liked to play fast and loose with the term ‘hygiene.’ From this point on, she’ll be known as ‘the barista.’ We were fairly accustomed to the less-than-ideal odors that would waft gently around the barista, such as when she adopted a diet consisting entirely of hard-boiled eggs, or the Nutmeg Incident.

The house we were sharing was built in the 1960s, and we had separate bathrooms. The barista’s bathroom was generally heinous in both smell and appearance, with used tampons and other feminine detritus scattered around. As a result, it took us a while to realize that the smell of raw sewage belching forth from her side of the house was not, in fact, her fault.

One day, my girlfriend and I were watching TV while the barista was at work, and we heard an ominous gurgling noise from her bathroom. Shortly thereafter, we were assaulted by the smell of raw sewage that was so strong it caused my girlfriend (at the time, an autopsy technician) to literally dry-heave. Clearly, an investigation had to be mounted, so we made the perilous journey into the barista’s bathroom, stepping cautiously to avoid the used condoms and other keepsakes in her biohazard collection.

When we arrived, we discovered that raw, chunky sewage was liberally bubbling up from the drain in the barista’s shower (which was so coated in pubic hair, mold, and stains it looked like a modern art masterpiece). The smell was horrific, and we immediately called the landlady. When the barista returned home from her shift, she was horrified that the lawn had been torn up to expose the shitty Orangeburg sewer pipes that had been nearly entirely blocked by tree roots.

Since the barista’s bathroom was the closest to the sewer main, the backups had been bubbling up in her bathroom for months without the rest of the house being aware. We asked her if she had noticed the issue, and she mentioned that sewage regularly bubbled up from the drain while she was showering (biweekly). Her response? ‘I just squish it back down with my feet.’ That was when she got a new nickname: waffle stomp.

Waffle Stomp and her moronic family gave us many stories in the year and a half we lived together.”

PM_me_gun_questions


11. I have quite honestly found his hair in my food before, and I don’t even want to think about which area of his body it came from.

“There’s a very good chance that my roommate will see this… but to be honest, I don’t care.

First, I’ll admit that he’s a very quiet fellow, which I appreciate. I’ve never known him to throw raucous parties or make much noise, and there’s never been a time when I’ve had to ask him about turning down his music (or whatever else). He mainly keeps to himself, too, which means that I don’t have to spend much time talking to him.

It’s when I do talk to him, though, that all of his problems start to become evident.

For one thing, the guy is completely lacking in any sort of social skills. There have been times—on more occasions than I care to count—that I’ve voiced some complaint or another, and he has just stared back at me with a blank expression. It’s gotten to the point where I don’t even bother asking him for help with anything, because chances are that he’ll wander off in the middle of my request. He never makes any effort to help with cooking or cleaning, he leaves his belongings in random places throughout our apartment, and the times that I’ve come home to find him hanging around naked number in the hundreds.

That last point is made so much worse by the fact that he’s incredibly hairy. I have quite honestly found his hair in my food before, and I don’t even want to think about which area of his body it came from… particularly because his hygiene habits are so subpar. I once caught him licking his hands and dragging them over his face in order to clean bits of food from his beard, and I know for a fact that he didn’t shower that night.

All of this pales in comparison to the worst thing about him, though.

Not only does my roommate keep a thoroughly bizarre sleep schedule—staying awake in the middle of the night, sleeping during the day, and then unexpectedly switching that routine—but he has also started inviting himself into my room and onto my bed whenever he feels like it. Just the other night, I was jarred awake by a sudden jostling, and I saw the guy sitting only a few inches away from my face.

I thought about kicking him out, but he’s just too damned cute.

TL;DR: My roommate is a hairy, socially awkward nudist.

RamsesThePigeon


12. She was responsible for our lovely roach infestation, maggot infestation (from leaving raw meat out for days and clogging the drains), and fruit fly infestation.

“Well you have the one with the live-in, non-rent-paying alcoholic boyfriend who would throw her around and smack his dog (the poor thing was scared shitless of everything), and threaten the rest of us if we got in the way. They were the archetype of the ‘happy couple’ who posts about their dream relationship on Instagram despite being absolutely miserable.

You have the giggly stoner who would bring in multiple random bar dudes at all hours and have threesomes and foursomes with the door open, then overdose on Adderall at 3 in the morning and stay up loudly talking to herself and banging around pots and pans. Surprisingly a very pleasant person otherwise. She got a lot of flak from Douchebag McFreeloader though.

You have the ‘I’ve-never-lived-on-my-own-before’ classic Mommy’s girl who didn’t understand why she had to pay rent or utilities, would yell at us if we didn’t clean up her messes, and said it wasn’t her problem when all of our security deposits got taken because her dog broke the blinds, shit on the carpet, and caused a mold infestation in her room. She also was responsible for our lovely roach infestation, maggot infestation (from leaving raw meat out for days and clogging the drains), and fruit fly infestation. The apartment had a lingering deathlike odor for weeks after she left because of how much shit she left behind.

And you have the classic trustafarian who has no concept of the real world and thinks everyone bathes in money. Throws giant ragers not cleaned up for days afterward, throws food away (‘because you can just buy more’), throws important mail away, complains about not getting a new Porsche, having to go on Spring Break in Key West instead of the Bahamas, that sort of thing. Rude to people ‘beneath’ her. Calls them ‘the help’ or ‘the staff’ instead of by their names. Throws tantrums to Daddy over the phone. Leaves uncashed paychecks around because she just ‘doesn’t need the money’. Currently in a spat over her wanting me to foot a cleaning bill for the apartment because she ‘wants it’, even though our landlord is already hiring a cleaning crew. She wants the cleaning ‘done differently.’

Had 8 other roommates in addition to these with no problems whatsoever. I think it’s symptomatic of my town more than anything.”

theytoldmewhereulive


13. Walked in on her and some guy fully naked and her snorting coke off the dude’s erect penis.

“Worked as a stripper for a while so was roommate with a coworker, walked in on her and some guy fully naked and her snorting coke off the dude’s erect penis, In the middle of the apartment, I mean, you do have a room Cindy, go do whatever you wanna do in there.”

ByeChick


14. He would regularly get shit on the toilet seat and never clean it up.

“Dude never showered for weeks on end. When he did shower, I doubt he used enough soap to actually get clean. We lost the security deposit pretty much solely because of the stench that was embedded in his room. One of the local game stores put ‘NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, NO SHOWER, NO SERVICE’ on their door because of him.

Would regularly get shit on the toilet seat and never clean it up. This was actually my breaking point, and he retaliated by claiming I didn’t pay a fair share of bills (which I did… He just never paid them on time and racked up huge fees, which we refused to pay for since we paid him on time). Never acknowledged the original issue, which was his poop on the toilet seat.

Once he had such bad diarrhea he used a towel to clean himself up and then left it on the floor of the bathroom. Apparently, I passed by the restroom when it happened, he had a towel wrapped around his waist and he was running to get something, but I have no idea what since he just used the same towel to clean up.

His fetishes…. Had women’s wigs and fake breasts (I never knew they had such a thing as a single cantaloupe-shaped rubber tittie but he had one, just chillin’ on his bed with his door wide open), of course women’s clothing, also adult diapers and the adult baby stuff. He wrote really awful comic scripts for some website which revolved around women with ridiculously huge tits. I mean, whatever floats your boat man, but please don’t share and talk about this shit with me like it’s a totally normal thing for everyone. Made me super uncomfortable, especially since he professed his love for me to my boyfriend and to me.

We found out about some of these when we set up a home network, and he made some of his pictures available of him wearing said wigs and fake titties and baby things. Not that he tried to hide the items anyways, but seeing him wearing it was pretty shocking.

Always thought everything he did was perfect. Played card and board games and threw fits when he lost. Huge tantrums, he would literally storm out of the room and not come back out for the rest of the night.

Not at the house, but:

He had a large boil on his back when he was starting a new job. It started to leak and it stunk up the entire room. He insisted he was OK to stay but they forced him to leave and take care of it.

Tripped over his desk drawer at work (which he opened and left open) and threatened to sue the company.

Someone burned popcorn in the work kitchen and he claimed he was having an asthma attack, started yelling and causing a scene and was again asked to leave.

That’s all we really care to remember at this point…”

hypnowl


15. He stank so fucking bad by the middle of the semester you could smell my room from the lobby if you were near the elevator.

“I had four roommates in college, a different one every single semester.

The first one killed a dude. He got high and ran over an old man. He went to jail for a while, came back to school like nothing happened. He told me while we were in the dorms just hanging out ‘uh, I killed a guy.’ Eventually the police took him away. I had an empty room after that for 2 months.

Second guy said he was majoring in ‘Yardwork management,’ which I think he meant something like—I don’t know, business or something. There’s no such thing. I told him why would you go to college for ‘yard work management’ and he said, well, in today’s economy you have to be competitive. He dropped out the next semester and started a yardwork company.

The third guy holy SHIT.

This was 2008 so WoW was still a HUGE deal (this is pre/during lich king), and this dude was BALLS OUT addicted to it. He did not even own a fucking toothbrush, he did not bathe, he would eat a whole entire pizza and a 2 liter of mountain dew (this is not an exaggeration) every single day. He was also a heavy smoker, he stank so fucking bad by the middle of the semester you could smell my room from the lobby if you were near the elevator. We had like counselors come in, all these people to try and get him to at least take a fucking bath which he finally would do after enough people complained.

Since he never left the room and basically knew he was getting kicked out he just double committed. He started having a lot of phone sex (while I was in the room) jerking off into mountain dew bottles (while I was in the room) good lord it just goes on and on and on.

Me and some of my floor mates tried a campaign to make him go crazy, I installed a thinkgeek annoyotron under his bed. a tiny chip board that makes a small beep randomly every 5-30 seconds. He broke his speakers apart looking for the sound while I was in class but by the next day he just got enormous headphones and stopped caring about it. At least he didn’t play with the speakers on anymore. We demagnetized his school food card about 10 times, he just stole food. We did all sorts of shit and all it did was nothing.

He was into smearing shit on his body which we knew because he would go to the bathroom occasionally while having phone sex and talk to the people on the phone about how he was smearing shit on his body while he smeared shit on his body. He would stay up playing WoW for 2-3 days, sleep for a whole one, then do it all over.

He did, as predicted, drop out/get kicked out the end of that semester. Now he’s a police officer in my hometown (also not a joke).

My fourth roommate was dope as shit and we’re still super good friends.

Later, when I had an apartment, I had this bulging fuck of a dude named Bret with one t I lived with, he was on anti-psychotics he would frequently quit taking and he would steal peoples bicycles and take them apart in the house and just throw the pieces all over the place. He would invite strangers he met out in the home depot parking lot (his choice of place to loiter) over and give them his pills and whatever. I put a lock on my room but they would steal his stuff over and over and over. He was a food hoarder and would hide fast food all over the place. Taco bell from eight months ago under couch, bet you can’t guess what kind of smell THAT makes.

FUCK.”

SmurfyX


16. He frequently had orgies in my living room and left it smelling of urine.

“First roommate: his mother would show up regularly to clean his room, he moaned horribly loud when he jacked off and he stole a pair of my panties. When I went home for Christmas he moved out and stole all my shit.

Second roommate: said he was being abused at home and asked to stay on my couch. This went on for months. He got loaded every day and then started talking about suicide. He admitted later that he wasn’t being abused and just wanted to live at my place. He then lost his shit and was taken to a mental institution by the police because he had all the components for ‘detergent suicide.’ It would have killed me too.

Third roommate: woke up with my roommate standing over my bed twice. First time I was groggy and thought naaaww I imagined it. Second time I flipped the fuck out. I got a boyfriend and one night when we were kissing in my room he kicked in the door and said I was just doing this to hurt him. Then cried a lot while we both sat there awkwardly. Moved out on Monday.

Fourth roommate: Another panty thief. Didn’t talk a lot but stole my panties and ketchup. Just those items. I didn’t ask but moved out soon.

Fifth, sixth and seventh roommates: theeeennn I rented a room off this couple and the woman cried a lot and beat up her boyfriend. After they split they rented another room to a guy who frequently had orgies in my living room and left it smelling of urine.

There were a few more but that’s probably enough to take in.

After all this fun luck trying to afford a place while I went to school I decided to bite the bullet and just get another loan and rent my own apartment.”

SgtRandiTibbs


17. The bed sheets had a literal body outline from her caked-on makeup and not bathing regularly.

“I lived in a house my parents owned with my best friend. We rented the third room out to a random we found in Craigslist or Facebook. Either way, roomie moves in and seems nice enough. She has nice parents, seems friendly, we really have no reason to complain. One night we’re watching TV and she brings home a guy. OK, cool. 15 minutes later they’re doing the dirty in the upstairs hallway bathroom. We can hear feet squeaking on the tub and everything. After that, she never comes out of her room. For a whole year. During the course of the year we got curious and peaked in her door while she was gone. The ENTIRE FLOOR was covered. As in, there was no carpet visible. Boxes of bagel bites, cheap cheesy puffs, pasta-roni and plates were everywhere. The bed sheets had a literal body outline from her caked-on makeup and not bathing regularly. One time she tried to give herself a neti-pot treatment in the bathroom with regular salt and destroyed her nasal lining. The icing on the cake though was when she texted me from work saying she clogged the toilet. She’d taken a dump, and the toilet was overflowing. It was running through the vents and into the kitchen downstairs, but she had to go to work, so I was going to need to come home from work and take care of it. Called my dad to come as well and we cleaned it all up, then he opened her door due to the smell. Gave her no lease renewal option. It was nuts.”

mrs_mist725


18. The living room became a sea of pizza boxes with rotting food, and towers of Mountain Dew cans with varied amounts of molding soda left in them.

“I had this one roommate several years ago he was a good friend we lived at together for about a year when his father lost his job and didn’t have enough money to keep his house, so he offered us the place if we helped him build an attic apartment for himself. We pay 2/3s the mortgage and we get the house he gets the new apartment, this wasn’t the problem at first. My roomie lost his job so I got him one at the company I worked for, he was a solid worker at his place, got a glowing recommendation from his manager all seemed well.

About a month in we finally get our high-speed internet set up, and he got a pair of kittens, this was the start of the troubles. He took over the living room with his computer, staying up til the wee hours of the morning playing world of warcraft, ‘I’M IMPALED’ he would scream into his headset at 3am when I had work the following morning, this went on for weeks a different scream each night, I was able to drag my ass out to work on time he on the other hand started showing up late every day, as a manager in the company he worked for now it fell on me after several weeks of this to fire him, this didn’t end up well as you would think, I was the ass hole for making him loose his job, not him showing up late just about every day. The living room became a sea of pizza boxes with rotting food, and towers of Mountain Dew cans with varied amounts of molding soda left in them. I let this go as much as I could with direct communication to change it and a mix of passive aggressive notes left about. He wasn’t working and we had a spare room so I spoke with his father who was basically a ghost in his new upstairs apartment, and we decided to rent out the last room in the house so I moved a couple in who I knew, they didn’t put up with the mess as well as me and confronted him about it, we had a house meeting and told him he had to move his computer to his room and find a job we were tired of paying for him to live. So, he did move the computer, took the carpet out of the living room and moved it to his room at the same time, one of those big area rugs. He kept mooching off us though, not asking for money or anything because we wouldn’t give him any, he would just take our food and supplies, so we started keeping everything we could in our rooms locked up, and bought food to cook on the way home from work. Since he didn’t have any toilet paper to use or paper towels in the kitchen he started to shower after each use of the toilet, but there was no soap, well there was soap for the dish washer and that did start to disappear faster than we were doing dishes as far as we could tell at the time, who knows maybe he was scrubbing down with the cascade I’d like to hope he did more than just stand under the water cheeks spread letting his crap just drip off him, but no one was brave enough to ask or really wanted the answer and his hair started to take that greasy look like yes you got it wet but ya never washed it look. Some of you might be wondering what was happening with those two kittens I mentioned, the answer is this, they got worms, ring worm and butt worms, we found this out when everyone in the house broke out with ring worm and we went to his room and found his two cats with the white squigglies hanging out of the asses. My two new roommates took the cats to the vet that day to get dewormed and then to a good friend we knew wanted cats and would take great care of them, and we got our meds for the ring worm. Two days later myself and the two new roommates signed a lease on a great apartment the next town over, and moved out the middle of the night to let him scream into his head set over world of Warcraft while not working and presumably using a shower head as toilet paper.”

duality_complex_


19. Dog got fleas, then the whole house got fleas.

“Had a roommate that absolutely would not use flea protection on his dog. I worked at a vet clinic at the time, and could get free meds for him (like, a 6-month supply of Comfortis for free).

Between the roomie not liking me (because his miserable gf didn’t) and his…idk, sense of pride?… He never utilized those meds despite me providing them, no strings attached. (I had no pets at the time, and just wanted to help.)

Long story short, dog got fleas, then the whole house got fleas. His dog started losing fur and sleep to the infestation. Since this was one of many things terribly wrong with that household, I elected to leave. Hope the roommate eventually came to his senses. :(”

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