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So does anybody have some awful roommate stories? My current ones esp. the one downstairs one are pretty bad.

The one downstairs plays video games loudly, plays electric guitar and piano loudly without bothering to learn or even try (just slams on the keys/strings for hours straight making the most noise possible like the lowest form of idiot), watches horror movies and sometimes wears horror movie costumes (including taking a glove and duct taping screws to it to make a Freddy glove because he's a very mentally stable person) and he's even a massive D-bag (has a strangely high opinion of self despite having nothing about himself to really be proud of). He also may be a neo-Nazi as he watches stuff on Nazis all the time and made some odd claims about him thinking the USA would make a great Germania which is a Nazi equivalent to Rome at the roman empire with the 1,000 year empire thing according to him (tried telling my half-sister his insanity since the start and she believed I was being too hard on him even though she never spoke to the guy). The guy even dresses in Nazi uniform from time to time and once made a flag with a giant skull that had Nazi swastikas for pupils. Considering when my mom was alive she was Jewish I am very angry having to be near this guy without beating the living crap out of him. He's also terrible to his mother. I realize fighting with your family isn't too special but it's normal for them to fight back. He has the nicest most defenseless mother i've seen and he clearly gives no ****s to her feelings, efforts or care. Despite saying he has always considered himself racist and loves Nazis he used to have an Asian girlfriend (which my friends couldn't understand the logic behind). Pretty sure he also left one of his ex-girlfriends out in the cold once when her mom came looking for her. Yes his then girlfriend dragged him into crap but you should stand up for who you really care for. I've also seen a lot of the silverware is bent out of shape. I heard it's because he did something with them whether throwing them or doing stupid or insane things with them. One time the person that helps drive me around heard him talk like a mad-man about angels and demons and crap. The downstairs roommate also will randomly laugh and just shout obscenities for no reason. Sometimes during this I want to punch him for being so incredibly loud, obnoxious and inconsiderate of others.

You may ask why a guy like this is still living here and I will tell you a sad reality. His mom owns the place and is the landlord. She has complete say over what happens and because of it I can go at any time but he can't. Believe me in some ways he is a massive selfish and spoiled brat. So basically it's the normal issue of he's an *** hat because his parents are in control (sadly I had a supervisor that while good at working was hard to get along with but his dad is the boss :(). Thankfully if I yell at him to turn his awful music down (though I don't say anything mean in the phrase) he tends to listen.

The only possible good things about the downstairs roommate is that he listens to classic rock (though he often drowns it out in his crappy untrained guitar playing) and he likes Star Wars and cosplays that too around the house.

I realize a lot of these claims are huge so I will try to take pictures with my phone if for no other reason than evidence of his insanity and possible evidence of his lunacy should he do something crazy. Considering he's like a mixture of one of those 20 something year old shooting suspects/serial killers and a neo-Nazi I'm not entirely feeling safe without a locked door for my bedroom .

The other guy is believe it or not named Matt Ward. I can't make this stuff up. He's one of those devout Christians. Normally he doesn't bother me too much in comparison. He watches cutesy anime and plays Nintendo games as well as reads manga. Nothing too bad there. However he never, ever EVER shuts up. I never start a conversation with him anymore because of how much he talks. He's one of those people that can carry on a conversation as the only contributor for 15 minutes straight probably. Not only this but he often mistakes words for meaning other things and gets a lot of meanings of what people are trying to do wrong. He basically is awful with social communication. There was one time when my half sister was nice to him and gave him food and he said "Sorry about that. Your half-sister can be so full of herself sometimes." I realize he probably didn't know what he said but I had to tell my half-sister that and she was as infuriated as I was. According to her she's never going to give him free food again (something she did out of the kindness of her heart btw).

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I realize a lot of you might think, "Why do you still live with these guys esp. the first one?" Well thing is at my old apartment the rent was really high and it wasn't easy trying to find a roommate. I didn't have much choice left. I had a whole 2 choices for living conditions and while the other was interested in getting into warhammer 40k before I even knew him he was not keeping up on his hygiene and his humor wasn't quite like mine. We also sadly made this choice without enough info on the roommates in question though I wanted more info on this guy after his crazy Nazi statements that gave me a red light going off like an air raid siren in the beginning. It's also cheap and in a good area (Rochester hills) which is at tops 5 minutes away by car to the closest Games Workshop.

Sadly all the positives of this just aren't enough including the incredibly low rent for living in a house in a very rich city that's still lower than the apartment I was in one of the poorer cities in michigan. If I can find a stable person looking for a roommate and a place to stay together I will definitely try it out. I know a few people that would have to try their hardest to be less stable than my downstairs roommate.

I'd expect this to get closer quickly.

But before it does, my current roommates are good; until one plays video games. Then he calls everyone the N-word and will use it as adjective, verb, noun and everything else. And if you call him out on it, he'll curse you out. Then claim he isn't racist. And act like nothing is wrong. Again...this only happens during video games.

 timetowaste85 wrote:
I'd expect this to get closer quickly.

Did you mean closed? Also why?

As a mod often says "this seems like a great addition to your personal blog" but until it gets locked, maybe not assume

I've mostly lucked out on roommates in life. The worse is one I have now and he's really not a bad guy. He's fun, and knows how to have a good time. I just wish he wasn't so loud about it. He screams pretty much every word at the top of his longs, and that's just when he's talking. When excited it's like an air horn going off in your face.

My worst have to be my roomates that go to sleep at 7, AM and wake up at 6PM
Seriously, and you guys wonder why you fail your classes and how I can ge away with playing video games everynight when your cramming

 LordofHats wrote:
As a mod often says "this seems like a great addition to your personal blog" but until it gets locked, maybe not assume

I've mostly lucked out on roommates in life. The worse is one I have now and he's really not a bad guy. He's fun, and knows how to have a good time. I just wish he wasn't so loud about it. He screams pretty much every word at the top of his longs, and that's just when he's talking. When excited it's like an air horn going off in your face.

Well thing is the thread is meant for people to discuss their bad roommate experiences. I'm sorry if I didn't say that in the OP but that was what I meant for. I just had a lot to say about how bad mine are.

That's not to say I don't scream loudly when playing xcom 2 or go to bed super late myself but so does at least one of them. The downstairs roommate is one of the worst roommates I've had.

You guys should consider yourselves lucky. I've lived with a lot of people with various mental disabilities while sharing a place together. These people included people with schizophrenia, a later drug addict, a D-bag that drank while driving, stole things and was just generally an awful human being.

Part of this is what happens when you live with other people with mental disabilities through some sort of organization or similar but part of it is what happens when you leave all the big decisions to someone that won't actually experience these insane experiences (such as a parent or guardian) and sometimes just likes the parents or guardians of said insane people.

Ooo. I've got a good one.

Years ago I was living in a coop in Berkeley CA, after college. I was getting ready to go to the Peace Corps, so fairly oblivious to whatever was going on around me. The coop had about 20 people in it, and we were all assigned jobs. Most folks were really good about it, and we all got along pretty well. Almost all of us.

The treasurer kept complaining about how some of us were always late with rent, and that we were having trouble making ends meet. He was always really tight with money, and we sometimes had trouble putting food on the table (our rent include some meals, this being a coop and all). There was another guy in the house who hated the treasurer, and would get in screaming matches with the guy; he ended up putting a freaking restraining order on him. Now, it's a big house as there's 20 of us or so in there, but a restraining order usually has one of those minimum allowable distances stipulated in there. That's pretty darn hard to enforce between housemates no matter how big your house is! And to top it off, the guy who hated the treasurer was sort of on the Asperger spectrum. He was kind of unpleasant and prickly, nothing overt, but no one really wanted to be around him. He started complaining that the treasurer was embezzling and stealing and generally mismanaging our funds. The treasurer was this kind of aloof popular type guy. It was the craziest dynamic.

That spring, I left for West Africa. A few months later I got a letter from a friend in the house. Apparently it turns out the prickly gentleman who put out the restraining order was right. Our treasurer was addicted to heroin, and had been embezzling money to pay for his habit. Over the course of my time there, he'd blown over 10 grand on drugs. Amazing. Doubly so that he didn't end up killing himself.

That was one of the weirdest years of my life!

You haven't lived until you've had a drug addicted, amateur porn actress as a roommate. She'd down whatever drugs and booze she could find and literally pass out for days on end then when she'd wake up she'd steal all the food in the fridge and anything else that wasn't nailed down.

My regular roommate had been friends with her for a long time before her problems started and somehow talked me into letting her crash there "for like a week" that translated into 3 months with her bed and stuff in the living room as we only had a two room place. When she was awake there'd be all sorts of shady people showing up at all hours and I came home from work a few times to find people neither my roommate or I knew partying at our place and she was nowhere present. Having to sleep behind a locked door in your own place is not a comforting feeling. I moved out as quickly as I could.

Said downstairs roommate was playing his gakky music again on the electric keyboard this time. Just slamming keys and making noise without trying to be good at it. I complained he was being too loud and I had work tomorrow. He complained and acted like I was being selfish considering he's being noisy to both myself and the other roommate. It's is 1:30 AM and at that time asking for somebody to keep it down so you can sleep for work tomorrow isn't being unfair. The guy is an ***.

I'm thinking of moving out as soon as possible once funds are set straight.

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I'd say most of you have lucked out with the exception of myself and the previous 2 posters. That said for 20 dudes living together that's not so bad. It's bad but one or two of 20 isn't that terrible. For me 3 in about 5 roommates I've had are just god awful in recent years.

I'll say this. The thing I hate most about college dorms; those kids who start bouncing their basketball down the hall. Jesus Christ what is wrong with you? Do you have any idea how much that echos in these walls?!

Guy who lived in my block about three doors down did so much weed the building stank. Often the corridor was a smokey haze despite his bedroom door being shut, it must have been like an opium den inside.

One day he came home on drink/drugs and smashed the place up. Cut his hand open on something and went mad stamping around screaming. He tore a door from a storage cupboard off its hinges and threw it down the stairs. Then got blood all over both bathrooms and wrote F--K on the mirror using his blood.

Once when doing a 3 month lab internship I rented a house with 3 housemates.

One was a fellow intern from my university. The other 2 was a Polish IT worker who had a friend sharing his room.

All of them were fething filthy. Nobody took responsibility for cleaning the kitchen. Whenever I tried to clean, it'd be filthy a day later. We had two sinks, which were always piled full of dirty dishes caked with food, nobody bothering to clean their dishes for 2 or 3 days at a time. Once I even found half a pizza in the sink, with more dishes piled on top.

The other intern left her dishes in one sink soaking in water for 24 hours as she couldn't be bothered to clean them immediately. The other was also full of dirty dishes and food which I didn't want to touch, so I emptied her sink and moved her dishes so I could clean my own. She then came and bitched to me for moving her dishes.

The Polish guys were awful. I was up everyday at 7 am for work, so had to go to bed at 11pm. They kept me up past midnight regularly, drinking and listening to loud music. Once they even knocked on my door at 1am, heavily intoxicated and giggling, to ask if they were disturbing me.

I'm glad I didn't get the job, because I didn't want to stay there any longer.

 flamingkillamajig wrote:

 timetowaste85 wrote:
I'd expect this to get closer quickly.

Did you mean closed? Also why?

Auto correct changed it to "closer". Dunno why. Anyway, yeah, I figured the mods would be more likely to view it as "personal blog territory". Kinda surprised it's still running. Anyway, other than the racist gamer I'm currently living with...

I've lived with a guy who was a foul disgrace of a slob who left dishes sitting in his sink for 6 months before I moved in. I told him I'd only move if they were completely washed. He washed on moving day. His living room was 3/4 filled with bags of junk. Nothing important. Broken childhood toys and all that. But, I needed a cheap place when I was getting my masters degree. Beggars and choosers and all that.

Had another roommate who stunk the place up so badly that the landlord had to have his room fumigated and tons of fixing afterwards to make the apartment useable again. Of the four people I know who rented from this landlord, I'm the only one who could get a renters recommendation afterwards. The other two were jerks to the landlord when it came time to move out, but had been fine up until then.

Oh yes, the roommates from hell.

I had a very odd situation happen that lead to my roommates from hell experience.

I will start with the back story to the 4 months of hell I endured successfully without murdering anyone.

The whole ordeal started out innocently enough. I was graduating and my lease was up and one of my pals still had another year of college and his lease was up so we figured lets roommate up.
We look around the area for apartments in our price range and then we stumble across a steal. a huge 3 bedroom apt for what works out to $300/month per person. Now the first roadblock, we don't want to have to split that 3rd bedroom cost so we figure... lets find a 3rd person to go in on this. Oddly enough it just so happened that another friend of ours who had graduated was actually screwed over by a glitch in the college system and actually needed a few more credits to actually graduate. He had already packed up to move home when he discovers this. So we ask him to be our third and he agrees and the plan is set that he will go home for the summer and be our third when he comes back. However when he goes home we stop hearing from him and as the days grow closer to when we have to actually move into the new apt we still have not heard anything from our 3rd and panic sets in.

And this is where the spiral begins.

So my friend says "Hey don't worry I know someone who could be our third." and I was like ok cool lets meet him and see if we all get along together or at least make it work long enough to find a long term 3rd. He then informs me that he is really a she, I'm ok with that. At this point I don't care what our 3rd roommate is as long as they pay rent because we are less than a month from our paper signing and move in date. So I meet the 3rd and we all hang out and it seems everything will be ok so we go and sign the lease agreement.

About a week or 2 before the move in I was went over to my friends apt to help him organize and pack his stuff and there are 2 kids at his appt. I asked him where they came from and he THEN informs me that they belong to our 3rd. so prior to all of this I had no clue the 3rd had kids, it was never mentioned at all. At this point I become more than a bit annoyed but I am assured by my friend and the 3rd that the kids will be spending most of their time at their grandparents and will not be around much.

At this point there is no backing out so things continue forward and everyone moves in. For the first few weeks everything is fine, the kids are hardly around and everyone is getting acting normal. Once things are settled in I start looking for work. Now that I am home all day, I notice while my friend goes to class my 3rd stays home all day and does nothing but watch tv. I was under the impression she had a job or was looking for one but it turns out she was living off of welfare and child support. I thought it was a bit strange with how infrequent the kids were around but I was soon to discover her parents were looking after them so she could spend all of her time to find a job and then take them 100% of the time.

By the end of the first month things started to escalate rapidly. The 3rd would start to bring her friends over all of the time, some were very shady and very questionable. So much to the point that I bought a pair of locking door handles for my friend and I's bedrooms. Somewhere during the second month I came home from an interview to find my friend and the 3rd building kids bedroom furniture in the living room. I was now told that they would be staying with us 100% of the time and that some of the 3rd's friends would be coming over from time to time to babysit.

The 3rd and 4th months quickly became a living hell. The 3rd still refused to look for a job and the kids ran around doing as they pleased. I had to actually take her and her kids to the playground so they could burn off their energy so I could have a productive day of job hunting and working on my portfolio. More of the 3rd's friends start showing up of even less respectable character. The 3rd starts to manipulate my friend by trying to hook him up with friends of hers. She has run out of money and she wants to pay her portion of everything by using her food stamps to buy food for everyone. I flat out tell her that I will only accept cash from her and then I tell them both that we need to look at how bills are divided now that a 3 way split is really a 5 way split. It was stated right up front that I did not expect her to pay 3/5 of every bill but some bills like electric and water she should be paying slightly more because she uses more.

This became a problem for her and she would cry to my friend about it and then he and I would argue about it and nothing would get resolved. By this point I had reached my end. I spent a vast majority of my time locked in my room gaming, looking for a job or working on my portfolio. I began looking for a way out because I was so stressed out by the whole thing and this situation was something I would have never agreed to in the first place.

I finally got some well deserved vengeance.

April 1st is the day for pranks and I pulled the mother of all pranks. I went to the main office, picked up the lease agreement cancellation form and filled it out and signed it and left it on the counter with a pen for my roommates. They both filled it out and laughed about how funny it was as they did it. After it was complete I snuck out and turned it in to the main office. I snuck back in without anyone spotting me and phoned up my parents to let them know I was moving out. We made some quick arrangements for a rental truck and I started packing. 2 day days later I had everything in my room packed up with only the living room and kitchen to pack up. The 3rd let us know she had an actual interview finally and was going to be gone for the day and my roommate would be at class so I picked up the moving van, packed it as fast as I could and I was gone before they ever got back.

 flamingkillamajig wrote:
So does anybody have some awful roommate stories? My current ones esp. the one downstairs one are pretty bad.

The one downstairs plays video games loudly, plays electric guitar and piano loudly without bothering to learn or even try (just slams on the keys/strings for hours straight making the most noise possible like the lowest form of idiot), watches horror movies and sometimes wears horror movie costumes (including taking a glove and duct taping screws to it to make a Freddy glove because he's a very mentally stable person) and he's even a massive D-bag (has a strangely high opinion of self despite having nothing about himself to really be proud of). He also may be a neo-Nazi as he watches stuff on Nazis all the time and made some odd claims about him thinking the USA would make a great Germania which is a Nazi equivalent to Rome at the roman empire with the 1,000 year empire thing according to him (tried telling my half-sister his insanity since the start and she believed I was being too hard on him even though she never spoke to the guy). The guy even dresses in Nazi uniform from time to time and once made a flag with a giant skull that had Nazi swastikas for pupils. Considering when my mom was alive she was Jewish I am very angry having to be near this guy without beating the living crap out of him.

I dunno... i think he's just misunderstood...

Joking aside... MAY BE A NEO-NAZI???
Does he need to go all american history X on the neighborhood to convince you of that?

::Sits and waits in anticipation of Buttery Commissar's inevitably disturbing post::

Not a room mate story, but rather upstairs neighbours.
My wife and I own a flat in a block the other 5 flats are council owned social housing, ours was bought from the council by the previous tenants (A lovely lesbian couple who should be banned from doing DIY judging by the things I've had to fix)
Anyway, the upstairs tenants.
The lady who lived there had three young children and was rather poorly educated, had some problems with drink and drugs (I suspect) used to leave bags of soiled nappies out in the landing, the smell of which was as you would expect, especially in summer. they flooded us out three times due to the kids having to get themselves ready for school and leaving taps on etc.
The woman in question had a very dodgy boyfriend.
He was a local drug dealer, and we had a succession of junkies up and down the stairs looking for a fix, or shouting up from the street at all hours of the day and night, plus all the thumping and banging that went on.
We called social services, they did nothing.
The police were called several times, they couldn't really help.
The council were hopeless too.
Things got worse when I was working overseas and Katy, My wife was on holiday in Austria.
I came home a week before she was due to come home, I was going off camping for a few days.
I arrived home to find that the front door had been kicked in.
Turns out that the dealer in question owed money to his supplier, had ripped out a load of surplus copper piping to sell for scrap, and in the process had torn the feed pipe into our gas fire.
There was a massive gas leak, and the police had to break the door down so the gas engineer could shut off the supply before the whole block blew up.

As it turns out the dealer didn't get the money, he was found dead a week or so later.....
Pity that.

O_O After reading some of these I think I'll just live at home until I can just straight up buy a place of my own... in a nice neighborhood

If University has taught me one thing, it's that shared, rented accommodation brings a whole new meaning to "hell is other people."

I must have been lucky.. the 1 year I was at a college with a dorm, at first we were supposed to have 4 guys crammed into our room, but 2 of them never even showed up. My roommate was nice, but he dropped out after about a month so I had the room all to myself

Then next semester, they found 1 guy who ate my food when I wasn't around, but he didn't last long, he met some hippie girl and I guess they joined a cult or something since he just up and vanished 1 day, then I had the room to myself again

Live in 3-bedroom apartment, need 3rd roommate.
Find a guy seems reasonable, if boring. Go through usual questions about a lot of stuff. Ask if he plans to have any regular visitors or other things we need to know about
"No"
He starts moving in. A lot of his furniture seems to be by Fisher Price. Maybe he's just sentimental, holding on to stuff when he was a kid.
Yet more toys, blocks and children's items start streaming in.
"Hey man. You've got an awful lot of kid's stuff"
"Yeah I've got kid"
"That's a bit of surprise"
"I didn't think it was relevant to mention"

When I was much younger, I shared an apartment with a woman for a little while. She was the sole tenant on the lease, and I was renting the room from her. Shortly after I moved in, she brought a third tenant into the apartment. He slept in her room, so she said he didn't have to pay rent. They also had a really horrible dog who'd gak all over the place.

I had a cat that I could never let out of my room because of her "allergies", so eventually I just decided to leave. Moved all my stuff out one day, left her a check for my last month of rent, and that was it.

A month later I had a county sheriff walk into my work center (I'm in the military) and served me a court summons. She was suing me for the final months rent that I had left the check for, cleaning deposit, etc. It never went to court because I was shortly sent over seas and the Soldiers and Sailor's Civil Relief Act put a squash on it, but the girl had zero room to stand on. I had a photocopy of the check I wrote her, that she had cashed, amongst other things.

All in all, it was an interesting experience for a young 18 year old me. Never had a room mate after that again.

 djones520 wrote:
he was suing me for the final months rent that I had left the check for, cleaning deposit, etc. It never went to court because I was shortly sent over seas and the Soldiers and Sailor's Civil Relief Act put a squash on it, but the girl had zero room to stand on. I had a photocopy of the check I wrote her, that she had cashed, amongst other things.
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I assume that that woman didn't know how cheques work?

 djones520 wrote:
When I was much younger, I shared an apartment with a woman for a little while. She was the sole tenant on the lease, and I was renting the room from her. Shortly after I moved in, she brought a third tenant into the apartment. He slept in her room, so she said he didn't have to pay rent. They also had a really horrible dog who'd gak all over the place.

I had a cat that I could never let out of my room because of her "allergies", so eventually I just decided to leave. Moved all my stuff out one day, left her a check for my last month of rent, and that was it.

A month later I had a county sheriff walk into my work center (I'm in the military) and served me a court summons. She was suing me for the final months rent that I had left the check for, cleaning deposit, etc. It never went to court because I was shortly sent over seas and the Soldiers and Sailor's Civil Relief Act put a squash on it, but the girl had zero room to stand on. I had a photocopy of the check I wrote her, that she had cashed, amongst other things.

All in all, it was an interesting experience for a young 18 year old me. Never had a room mate after that again.

It's possible that was a different time and how you do things were different but it seems interesting you photocopied the check and all that. Seems fairly interesting how mature you sounded for your age. It's like you expected her to screw you over (probably given how she was). Nice job on that part.

@Overlord Thraka: My suggestion is find out about the people you will stay with. Have trial periods even if sometimes the really bad stuff doesn't happen for at least a few months. As they realize the trial period is like kicking an addiction till a time period is over (only in this case the addiction is to be an ***hole) and then going full throttle addict once it's over.

As far as living on your own or being with family I have to ask certain things. Can you stand living with your family or are they a massive pain and tell you what to do all the time? If you can stand living with them you might want to wait to move out. Next is can you afford it and are you willing to go from extra money on the side for working and living at home to making end's meat while working? If no don't live on your own.

Finally do you expect to have a girlfriend? If so then you may want to move out of the house at least in your early to mid-20's. There's not much less attractive than a guy that lives with his parents esp. into his 30's. No offense if anybody does but it's true. Girls probably don't want a man-child. For anybody the idea of having sex without the parents being any the wiser is very much a boon for living on your own though. Depending on your roommates there's a good chance you can have some crazy sexy times without much interruption and it probably won't devolve into a talk with the parents. That said I don't have a girlfriend myself so this is all as I imagine it. I could be very wrong here.

@marv335: Haven't been outside the usa but if you were living in the Netherlands or a Scandinavian country I wouldn't be too surprised on the drugs and drug dealers somehow. That said I had one previous roommate that was a heroin addict last I heard. Dunno whatever happened to him. He could seriously be dead (overdose, drug dealer or something else) and I currently do not know. I do find it rather pathetic the police wouldn't lend a hand though calling out to gov't groups for help and getting a whole lot of nothing is a lot of my experience with the 'system' in the usa so it's probably not just your country.

@SlaveToDorkness: You know I haven't seen any of Buttery Commissar's posts for the most part except a co-worker having her background picture of her performing oral sex on her boyfriend. Pretty sure that's NSFW lol. Really seems like a lapse of judgment there.

@Deathklaat: Well that's a couple bridges burned but it sounds like they burned yours so many times over that the fire raged for 1,000 years without a sign of being put out and it was fueled by every rubber tire ever made in history.

@Shadow Captain Edithae: That's odd a girl was one of the messy ones. I did have a driver that had trash in her back seats pile up so high they reached the window of the car and possibly beyond though. She was super lazy and starting to become morbidly obese like her other family member that drove me at one point. So glad my current driver actually has his **** together and is good at what he does. Even if you have lots of bad roommates or in my case some drivers the sheer volume of people being hired and possibly fired means at least a few have to be good or halfway decent.

@Howard A Treesong: Would've laughed if a poltergeist wrote back on the mirror 'Go **** yourself!'

@Paulson games: When you say amateur porn actress I get excited but drug addicted and alcoholic helps to ruin that. The shady people bit is also rather frightening. I find it sad that if she was attractive if she'd even be worth it to have sex with if it was back at her place where all these shady people are. I myself wish I had a lock for this door for the neo-Nazi roommate. Sometimes at night I feel uncomfortable if I'm all alone and have to venture into his downstairs den area. I almost feel like he'd pop out with a knife like the little creepy ****er he is. Oh btw did I tell you during or before Halloween he was making a double bladed machete downstairs. Yeah he's ****ing nuts.

@timetowaste85: Using the N word that much is too much. I can understand the gamer rage though. That said it's only really very racist if he's trying to insult black people when saying it. It's still offensive and I wouldn't yell it every other word but I might lower it a peg on my racism scale. Probably lower it to D-bags on Xbox Live level of offensiveness and they're probably just idiots anyway. Gamer rage is like Road rage to an extent. It can drive normally fairly sane people to extreme forms of anger. At least they can vent after a bad game whereas while driving you can't always do that.

No me, but my brother in law had a roommate that was so lax about cleaning, they found Coke that had gone mouldy in his room.

I didn't even know soft drink could do that.

 flamingkillamajig wrote:
@Paulson games: When you say amateur porn actress I get excited but drug addicted and alcoholic helps to ruin that. The shady people bit is also rather frightening. I find it sad that if she was attractive if she'd even be worth it to have sex with if it was back at her place where all these shady people are. I myself wish I had a lock for this door for the neo-Nazi roommate.

There was absolutely nothing to get excited over, she was beyond nasty, arms covered in heroin needle marks and bruises, teeth that were yellowed and starting to rot from meth use and she was surprisingly over weight for a somebody who never ate. When she stole food she'd go and sell it rather than actually eating it herself. She was into doing porn for drug money and it was far from anything professional, just being a hooker with a random dude filming with a cheap camcorder while his buddy would bang her. I've seen $5 truck stop hookers that looked better, we had two bathrooms in our place and I wouldn't let her use mine for fear of what sort of diseases she'd leave behind. That wasn't too hard as I don't think I ever saw her take a shower once in the three months she was there, she was literally crusty with layers of filth.

The door lock I went and bought at a hardware store and installed right after I found her going through my stuff looking for things to steal for drug money (2nd or 3rd day after she moved in). It was probably the only thing that kept my computer and bed from disappearing on me and prevented me from getting stabbed in the middle of the night by one of her addict friends. The final straw for me was when I came home from work and found the front door wide open, from which you could see her passed out face down on the dining table with a bunch of meth rocks and needles spilled all over. Anyone that would have walked past in the hallway would have seen that. I'd already seen and dealt with a good number of things that were far, far worse, but that just put everything into crystal clear focus for getting out of there. Very next day I rented a trailer and had my stuff moved out and gone in just under two hours, left a note telling my roommate to take my rent out of the share she hadn't paid in 3 months and good luck.

@Paulson games: Dear lord that's an awful, awful tale. I feel so sorry for you. In comparison this creepy neo-Nazi guy I have as a roommate is nowhere near as bad. Surprised you didn't call the police if at all possible.

As I said I had a previous roommate that went from just doing drugs to now being a heroin addict but he wasn't into that while in the house as far as I could tell and I don't know if he stole anything of mine though a couple of my games did go missing when I was in that household. I don't think I played those games too much anyway but no massive tears if fairly awful things happen to that guy.

The guy I really hated was one of my half sister's neighbor's sons. Guy needed a place because apparently some girl he had sex with had a 'roided up girlfriend beater as a boyfriend and he wanted to escape retribution. So basically he puts me in danger without letting me know he did. That guy was a thief, a D-bag, drank while driving and in general didn't take responsibility for his actions and managed somehow to always get off super easy for his crimes and wrongdoings. I'm going to guess this happened because he was attractive and people are nice. He fully took advantage of it though. I find it funny that we were in the process of finding a way to kick him out of the apartment and when he crashed his car while drunk driving we used that as the reason. In all honesty we were looking for something beyond telling him he's an awful person and a d-bag and he has to go so we totally used that as a reason. Oh and he stole some of my stuff and only gave some back as I knew he did. I have some games he still didn't return that I knew he stole. We were easy on him though.

You truly don't know people until you live with them. I didn't know this neighbor's son too well but he seemed decent enough. I thought he was a cool guy. Interesting how much of a D-bag in general he was. I truly feel sorry for his family esp. his younger brother that truly seems like he wants to keep his life straight. As somebody with a jerk for a father and a mother that died I can tell you there's nothing weirder than wanting good things for a family member and yet feeling sorry for anybody they come across and in some cases try to have as a significant other.

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Far as I can tell there's maybe a total of 3 people here with worse stories than mine but the issue with me is that my stories involve more than one roommate over the course of many roommates I've had. Sad thing is the worst ones I've had were the previous two that I've had.

The one that is now into heroin was a slob as well btw. He was sort of a D-bag but far as I knew nothing compared to the previous one that stole, cheated on other people's girlfriends and one his previous one's and his best friend's girlfriend at one point (don't feel too bad as that best friend cheated on his own girlfriend), stole things, was a drunk driver in the past and had to use a breath-a-lizer just to get his car to start. I just feel awful I had to get rid of a fairly stable but boring roommate just so I could help this awful roommate and human being out. I don't know if the D-bag roommate ever went to jail but he deserved it so bad. I'd doubt jail would've straightened the guy out but at least what he truly deserved would be catching up with him.

My worst experiences are currently happening.

Had a neighbour living in halls that would constantly play his guitar halfway into the night and pretty much always bring his friends over. Said friends were potheads, always smoking weed and having to have the window open in the freezing temperatures because the smell seeped in from under the door was just unruly. The walls were pretty thin too, so everytime they did smoke pot, it was always accompanied by the groans of his female companion. Which would be fine, if they weren't so goddamn loud, possibly even louder during exam period. The rest of the floor was no better, constantly partying into the night when there are perfectly good nightclubs to use and always playing harmful pranks on each other. I think the nicest ones included sticking rubbish from the bin all over the walls and doors and moving someones bed into the communal showers.

My new flatmates aren't much better. We have one guy that never comes out of his room to socialize but will always bring his friends over and they'll be as loud as possible, again, female companion groans. Followed by an inevitable mess of a house when they left. The others I don't really get along with and I'm just counting down the days when I get to leave and go into my third year (with more bad housemates, no less).

Ahh, they don't tell you this when you go to university!

 flamingkillamajig wrote:

 djones520 wrote:
When I was much younger, I shared an apartment with a woman for a little while. She was the sole tenant on the lease, and I was renting the room from her. Shortly after I moved in, she brought a third tenant into the apartment. He slept in her room, so she said he didn't have to pay rent. They also had a really horrible dog who'd gak all over the place.

I had a cat that I could never let out of my room because of her "allergies", so eventually I just decided to leave. Moved all my stuff out one day, left her a check for my last month of rent, and that was it.

A month later I had a county sheriff walk into my work center (I'm in the military) and served me a court summons. She was suing me for the final months rent that I had left the check for, cleaning deposit, etc. It never went to court because I was shortly sent over seas and the Soldiers and Sailor's Civil Relief Act put a squash on it, but the girl had zero room to stand on. I had a photocopy of the check I wrote her, that she had cashed, amongst other things.

All in all, it was an interesting experience for a young 18 year old me. Never had a room mate after that again.

It's possible that was a different time and how you do things were different but it seems interesting you photocopied the check and all that. Seems fairly interesting how mature you sounded for your age. It's like you expected her to screw you over (probably given how she was). Nice job on that part.

Well, thanks for the compliment, but it was actually my bank that did it. Every month they would send me my statement, and in it was a photocopy of all my checks that had been processed. Believe me, 18 year old me was hardly smart about how I handled my money.