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.
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.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
My second year of college was a nightmare combination of culture clash and asinine college dorm rules that would be selectively enforced.
When I was randomly assigned a roommate I didn't think anything of it. Meeting new and different people from different ways of life is part of the college experience. My roommate, Dave, was definitely NOT like me at all. He was from a upper-class gated community from the Chicago area. Dave was on the water-ski team, and had a slightly jock-like attitude and all his friends were the "dude-bro" types. When weather permitted he'd go to a local lake and waterski and ride the Jet ski he brought to college with him. This did not mesh well with my nerd hobbies, giant troll-like physique, and rural Iowa upbringing.
On the first day we moved in I thought it would work out. We put up the bed lofts, then went down to Dave's truck to unload his things. After moving all his possessions I was going to move my car around and carry my things up next. However, Dave NEVER showed up. I waited 15 minutes for him to help lift things, like he agreed to, just like I had done for him. I went up to our room and he was putting away his things. Dave used my absence to claim all the territory that was most convenient for himself, I just got the leftovers and had to put my belongings wherever was not taken up by his stuff.
This was actually worse than it sounds. Dave claimed the CENTER of the room. He got the bed next to the closet, next to the built-in desk, next to the built-in drawers, next to the power outlets, that would provide a fair amount of privacy. I got all the left-overs that basically formed a ring around the outside of the room. In order to get dressed in the morning I literally needed to cross the room, dodging his belongings, about a dozen times. My desk was unusable, as if I were to sit in the chair I'd be in his lane of traffic and need to get up to let him by every time he needed to move.
In the end I basically gave up. My "area" of our dorm devolved into the area directly under my lofted bed, which consisted of my recliner (which he forbade me from reclining because it blocked access to his computer), a small TV on a shelf sat 90 degrees to the right of the recliner, extra lighting I hung under the bed, and a self-made "storage cube" I created ( basically imagine a large wooden cube with a hinged top that can be used as a coffee table with storage inside, stained and varnished to a nice standard). The Cube was where I stashed my 40k army. Everywhere else was "his".
One of his friends worked at a Wal-Mart, so he was able to make several copies of the "DO NOT DUPLICATE" door keys we were issued. This way his friends could enter if he wasn't there to let them in. These guys would show up at all times of the day and night, regardless of whether Dave was there.
Dave was a night-owl that would commonly stumble in after 2 AM, often with some alcohol in him, shouting from our door all the way down the hall to his friends at the elevator. These were lengthy conversations, not simply "goodbye".
Since I was studying engineering I needed to take Trigonometry three days per week, that started at 5:45 AM, and was a mile walk from the dorm. One day I missed class and thought I'd forgotten to turn on my alarm. Turns out Dave liked sleeping in in the morning, and didn't like to be disturbed, so was turning my alarm off in the middle of the night.
Our Dorm had specific rules about drinking. In order to have alcohol in the rooms you could NOT be on a dry floor. Both roommates needed to be of legal age. We were none of those things. Violation of these rule would lead to eviction. This was actually enforced on a few people per year. One day I come home from class to find my Warhammer models outside my Cube, which confused me. I opened the cube to put them away, only to find a pony keg and several bottles of Tequila in there instead. Dave had wanted to throw a booze party in the dorm that weekend, since he knew I was going to be gone.
Another time I came home on an early evening to find Dave with a girl in the room. He bluntly let me know that she was staying the night and I'd need to find somewhere else to stay. I declined and sat down in my corner to watch TV.
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!
I may be wrong here but sex and pot smoking comes with the college life. My advice to you is don't live at a dorm unless you are ok with that.
I would suggest to you also that you find a girl during your school years like in college. Girls are fairly attractive and interested in relationships (or even sex) in college and depending where you work (I work at a factory with mostly guys and no women my age) you might have a much harder time with women once you aren't in school anymore.
SlaveToDorkness wrote: ::Sits and waits in anticipation of Buttery Commissar's inevitably disturbing post::
There are some areas of my life untouched by lunacy, I'll have you know.
...Alright.
I may have to stagger these stories.
#1
When I was 19, I first lived in Nottingham mixed sex student dorms. My first roomie was a young black girl who modelled her lifestyle on Amy Winehouse (pre, post and during death, as far as I can tell). She spent all of her student loans on booze and crack. Actual crack.
Occasionally she would pass out and leave her television looping the DVD intro screens for 18+ hours.
One day I noticed a real stench building from her room, and fearing she had died, called the staff over. We broke in, and found that not only was every surface of the room several inches deep in debris, turds and clothing, the light was broken and she had an aquarium full of dead (presumed once living) fresh water eels.
I've not been so violently sick in my entire life. I thought I was going to inhale during.
My resounding memories of living with her:
- I once literally staggered out of my own room, extremely dishevelled having spent the entire Sunday morning having the kind of sex you only can in a small room where the bed is nailed to the wall. Kitchen. Hot. I reached the fridge. There was juice. Lovely cold juice.
I turn around having downed the majority of the jug without breathing. Roomie's entire family and extended family were stood in the lounge in full Jamaican Sunday morning church clothes, not a hair out of place. Staring. All thoughts leave my head other than how very disappointed Jesus is with me, and I attempt to remember if I'm wearing pants or not.
- She got her phone wet in the rain and tried to dry it by microwaving it.
- I walk across the kitchen one evening and am nearly taken out by the microwave door exploding across the room, as she decided to microwave a potato for half an hour and go to bed. The door embedded itself in the dining table.
- Another time I hear screaming, and assuming her dealer has caught up with her, debate locking my door. Being too altruistic for my own good, I run out instead, and find her in the kitchen with a large live crab. She had bought it from the market and kept it in the shower all day, but it had got too angry, and she was trying to beat it to death with a bread knife.
I moved out shortly after the vomiting incident, and ended up living across with a self styled gangsta, a prostitute and an actual alcoholic, whereupon an earthquake happened on the second night, and I took it as a sign to move back to the first dorm.
Yes well I'm still going through my current bad roommate that is a neo-Nazi and/or 20 something year old shooter before he goes on his spree.
Also Buttery your life isn't too terrible. When I was 19 my mom died of cancer and my dad kicked me out of the house. I basically had to live with family on the other side of the country who I barely knew and those were the only people I knew. Let me tell you man I've had rough moments. At least yours are kinda interesting stories. Course I don't know all your stories so maybe I'm wrong here.
Two of the three places I lived long term were mildly amusing and extremely surreal. I need to have a drink and see if I can remember most of the second place in one go.
The third, I still wake up sweating occasionally thinking I'm back there and the screaming woke me. It wasn't funny.
Edit: I never said my life was bad. I just have a high power magnet for the unusual and dangerous. Click filter on one of my posts in the FLGS topic and you'll see. I don't regret things, I just cringe at them. I'm sorry to hear you lost your parent, that's rough as hell.
I'd like to hear more of these stories man. I will say though I dunno if I'd want to live with you. I'm pretty sure your luck would cause the roof to cave in over our heads with a pack of rabid raccoons or squirrels gnawing on us.
You know I find it funny at one point when I asked a roommate to stop playing guitar so loudly so I could sleep for work (it was 1:30 to 2:00 AM) and he threw out comments I was being selfish (despite him being inconsiderate of all others). Man I'd like to punch the downstairs roommate. Right in the face just punch him till he respects people. If only it were that easy.
One housemate in the first week of the first semester of my first year at uni disappeared one day. I later learned he'd gambled away his entire maintenance grant for that semester on an online poker site and had to go home. £3000+.
In my third year, we had to buy our own broadband package. One housemate insisted, nay, DEMANDED that we get an inclusive virgin media package for the house and every must contribute, with broadband, landline telephone, a TV and virgin cable; on the grounds that she wanted documentary channels for her studying (I never once in an entire year see her watching educational programmes) and because she wanted to keep the TV for herself at the end of the year as she didn't have one at home.
Since we only had one landline to plug a broadband WiFi into and I didn't want to spend a year using mobile dongles I reluctantly agreed on the promise that shed reimburse us for our shares in the TV when she took it home.
Natura!ly, she buggered off, having lied to me about when she was returning in the summer to co!lect the TV (so I wasn't there at the time) and she never paid back the £35 ish that she owed me (because she hated me) and only paid our other house mate 2/3 of what she owed him (and she LIKED him).
Really trivial I know but that was just the last incident in a year long series of incidents.
Worked at a Spencer's Gifts as an assistant manager when I met my soon to be roommate.
Her and her husband needed a roommate and I needed to get out of my mother's place.
Once I moved in, found out the rent would fluctuate based on the cost of utilities. She had at least eight aquariums with bearded dragons in every one of them.
Grocery shopping was a race of who would do it first and get their food in the fridge because had a small fridge.
When I agreed to be their roommate I thought I would have more than the bedroom I sleep in, the living room, and the kitchen; the rest of the house was off limits to me.
She eventually had a kid and would leave it crying while she sat on the computer or watched Aliens for the 10th time that day...OH, yeah! She had an odd obsession with the movie Aliens in that the moment she woke up till sleep finally would overpower the Redbulls she had been drinking all day long. Yeah, she drank Redbull like she had been trapped without water for days.
So, the kid...Yeah, she named her kid so her initials would be AMD, after her favorite computer processor.
She would often hang around the outside of my door while I was spending some quality time with my then girlfriend. She would then complain we were being too loud and giggling too much.
One night, after my girlfriend and I went to leave so she could go home, roommates kid started to cry. We looked around and she was nowhere to be seen and the kid had been crying for more than 10 minutes. So before we left, we stopped to make sure the kid was OK and not in need of something. I tried to play with her kid to make her laugh and then, out of nowhere, like a ninja she appeared. She started yelling at me about touching her kid and how dare I come into the living room. I left to take my girlfriend home and come back to have it out with her.
We went round for a while until I literally pointed at her and called her a psycho _____. She freaked out when I pointed at her and called the cops saying I was threatening her. Four cops, FOUR, came and that night I threw everything in boxes and moved back home.
Luckily by this point she had already been fired from Spencer's so I no longer had to see her.
Oh god, roommates. I was about to post about the ones that made the kitchen such a disgusting mess (including managing to grow mold in a bottle of wine!) that I could hardly even enter it and guests could smell something as soon as they walked in the door on the far side of the house. But then I realized I have an even worse story:
My first college roommate was randomly assigned. For all but the last day of class he was a decent enough guy. Clearly a rural guy and there for the farm college side of campus, and nothing at all in common with me, but we managed to coexist well enough. And then, at the end of the year during move-out week, I get a call late at night that he's coming by with two of his relatives and they're spending the night in the room. His brother (IIRC) clearly has some kind of mental problems of the very low intelligence kind. I'm playing a WWII FPS and make a joke about killing americans, and he pulls a knife on me. Instead of calling the police I let his relatives step in and get him to back off ("he's just joking, he wouldn't do anything"), because I'm in the middle of some serious depression and don't think I deserve better. Later on he tries to get into bed with me (non-sexual, I think, just clingy), and after I have to physically push him out my roommate acts resentful that I'm making him sleep on the floor. I still don't call the police or the RA to get them kicked out. My roommate and his sister share the other bed, and I get a strong impression that, while I don't think they were having sex with me in the room, this goes way beyond normal family behavior. This continues on the next day and I finally pull out of it enough to get the brother removed, but without mentioning the knife incident. Thank god I never have to see any of them again.
flamingkillamajig wrote: 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.
Nah bro... he's definitely a Nazi. Like. All the way.
SlaveToDorkness wrote: ::Sits and waits in anticipation of Buttery Commissar's inevitably disturbing post::
There are some areas of my life untouched by lunacy, I'll have you know.
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Spoiler:
Alright.
I may have to stagger these stories.
#1
When I was 19, I first lived in Nottingham mixed sex student dorms. My first roomie was a young black girl who modelled her lifestyle on Amy Winehouse (pre, post and during death, as far as I can tell). She spent all of her student loans on booze and crack. Actual crack.
Occasionally she would pass out and leave her television looping the DVD intro screens for 18+ hours.
One day I noticed a real stench building from her room, and fearing she had died, called the staff over. We broke in, and found that not only was every surface of the room several inches deep in debris, turds and clothing, the light was broken and she had an aquarium full of dead (presumed once living) fresh water eels.
I've not been so violently sick in my entire life. I thought I was going to inhale during.
My resounding memories of living with her:
- I once literally staggered out of my own room, extremely dishevelled having spent the entire Sunday morning having the kind of sex you only can in a small room where the bed is nailed to the wall. Kitchen. Hot. I reached the fridge. There was juice. Lovely cold juice.
I turn around having downed the majority of the jug without breathing. Roomie's entire family and extended family were stood in the lounge in full Jamaican Sunday morning church clothes, not a hair out of place. Staring. All thoughts leave my head other than how very disappointed Jesus is with me, and I attempt to remember if I'm wearing pants or not.
- She got her phone wet in the rain and tried to dry it by microwaving it.
- I walk across the kitchen one evening and am nearly taken out by the microwave door exploding across the room, as she decided to microwave a potato for half an hour and go to bed. The door embedded itself in the dining table.
- Another time I hear screaming, and assuming her dealer has caught up with her, debate locking my door. Being too altruistic for my own good, I run out instead, and find her in the kitchen with a large live crab. She had bought it from the market and kept it in the shower all day, but it had got too angry, and she was trying to beat it to death with a bread knife.
I moved out shortly after the vomiting incident, and ended up living across with a self styled gangsta, a prostitute and an actual alcoholic, whereupon an earthquake happened on the second night, and I took it as a sign to move back to the first dorm
I was lucky in college to have 2 decent roommates, which is the only time I ever shared a space with someone I wasn't married to or dating (not counting growing up at home, obviously).
One was the son of a Church of Christ minister that had a very similar sense of humor to mine. We got along great. The first year, he basically commuted from Monroe (30 minutes away), so I had a room to myself for 5 nights a week.
My second roommate was for my last 2 quarters as roommate number 1 had graduated. I helped him move in and explained that I'm graduating in 2 quarters, I already have a job offer, so I need to pass all of my classes. No hard partying, no late night visits. We were also in the honors dorm. As I went home every weekend, he had the room to himself then, and could party all he wanted. He was cool with that. I helped him and his classmate with their MIS work from time to time, as he wasn't a bright bulb.
I have no idea what happened to the guy, or even what his name was anymore. Chris something. When I came back every Sunday, there was always a new chick with him. Sometimes still in bed. I finally asked him where he was meeting them. "Oh, I guess I never told you. I get extra cash doing nude modeling for the art department." i guess they liked what the drew...
Second person I lived with was called Gayr. The security guard for the building thought it was a clerical error and kept asking if it should have been Gary. Nope.
She was a "vegan" who wore leather and ate meat from curry houses. Yet still
Threw a blue fit if we left meat in the fridge (not often, I was poor as feth). I asked her about the lapsed standards, and her reasoning for being vegan was "I don't like handling raw meat, it's gross."
I just largely left her to it until she started stealing my food and drink from inside my storage cupboard.
Her and her friends were the stereotypical white teenage art students. Once they learned I was gay, I then walked in on the most frustratingly insanitary things in the dining room.
One day there was just a naked girl covered in body paint and glitter, sprawled on the dining table while my flat mate held up a sheet and a third person took photos.
"Goddamnit!"
"They said you wouldn't mind."
"Yes I mind, get your filthy fething chuff off the dining table! I eat there!"
One day I had a suspected heart attack, and walked to hospital (I wasn't "fine", but it wasn't a heart attack). I had to stay overnight, and before I left didn't tell anyone in the apartment.
I accidentally left fable running on the tv in my room, so everyone thought I was in there and ignoring them.
I came home to find my door literally painted with mayonnaise, several condoms glued to it with the sauce, and when opened, a series of increasingly drunken notes asking me to come out, and a small pile of unwrapped candy posted under the door.
The point at which hostility started was when they interrupted me fething (and less importantly, sleeping) by hammering on the door repeatedly throughout the night. My partner opened the door in his pants and little else, screamed at them, and in fleeing, one of them fell down two flights of stairs.
I occasionally had to be let into adjoining apartments to get stuff back that they stole, and there was a large crayon drawing of me on the wall, that had me labelled as having a "gas mask fetish". I laughed my ass off. I don't know where that came from, but it still tickles me.
I'm not sure if I should write the only actual revenge I got on them.
Buttery Commissar wrote: and there was a large crayon drawing of me on the wall, that had me labelled as having a "gas mask fetish". I laughed my ass off. I don't know where that came from, but it still tickles me.
Well judging from your avatar and username, you are an Imperial Guard fan, aren't you?
I'm not sure if I should write the only actual revenge I got on them.
I wasn't into 40K back then, I found the idea dull. Only really reading the fluff in 2015 changed that.
The third and last set, I was the only natively English person living in a college dorm full of (mostly) Chinese / foreign language students.
I had what was basically an enclosed studio flat to myself, with a shared floor area.
On one wall I had two huge African guys who to begin with didn't speak a word of English, grinned, waved and smiled to me all the time, and played bongos loudly (and very well), 2am to 3am on the dot every day.
They looked out for me on the street around the campus, and I did my best and kept things pretty chill between us. They'd hold doors for me, and I'd explain posted door notices that were perplexing.
The guy opposite... He used to beat his girlfriend in the night, until the screams sounded like she was sincerely being killed. She didn't speak much English either, and all I could make out were pleading and screaming at him to stop whatever he was doing.
I called security, I called the police, nothing was ever done. The staff would knock, he'd apologise. The police would say it was up to our security to sort out. The next week, the girl was back and they'd be at it again.
A few times during these fights I went over and knocked on the door, but he wouldn't answer. The only time he did, she ran out half dressed past me, and left me with a six foot tall, ripped and extremely angry Indian guy who then explained in his own language what he would do to me, complete with hand gestures.
I ended up backed against my own door, convinced I was about to be killed.
One night she was hammering on their door for him to let her out, and screaming blue murder.
My door was about a metre away, and I couldn't do a damn thing apart from wait for the security who never came.
I went to college later in life. I got out of the Marines, and my little brother was going to begin his second year at a nearby university that I had no intention of attending. Turns out he wasn't doing so well, and needed adult supervision. My father asked me to go and attend the same school in the name of family. Not knowing anything about colleges, I agreed. Much to my regret they didn't have the program I wanted: mechanical engineering. I thought it was a common enough program. I thought wrong. I wound up getting a degree in sociology (worthless) with a minor in business (even more worthless).
What makes the situation utterly horrifying is that my mom divorced my dad and decided to go back to school. My brother and I had a two bedroom apartment. I was allowed an apartment despite being a freshman due to my military service. I think I would have murdered the kids in the dorm. So my mom decides to go back to school. Since her history degree was worthless she decided to get another worthless degree: a masters in fine arts.
And of course she needed a place to stay. Trouble is, you can't tell your mom no. She set up shop in our two bedroom apartment. I had to lay some ground rules. I was paying the rent, so I was lord of the manor. My dad was originally going to pay my brother's half of expenses, but that fell through once the court order for alimony and support of our two younger siblings went through. My gi bill had to make the ends meet, and I had a job at an auto parts store. I told mom she would never interfere with me getting laid or she was gone. I had left home at 18, been a sergeant in the Marines, and I had earned my college experience.
Mom was also forbidden from bringing in her new boy toy. If there was going to be anyone taming my mother, it would not be under my roof. The man that broke up my parents' marriage was not welcome. The parking situation also had to be addressed. In America, a car is a must. But in college towns parking is hard to come by. My mother's solution was to park far away from the apartment and have us come to get her . . . regardless of what we were doing, including working my job to make rent. I had to have a talk with her like she was an eight year old about calling me at work or while I was in class.
One time she caught me while I was enjoying a brief respite in my room. She was at the university and needed me to bring her tampons. So I got to be tampon delivery because it was easier than dealing with her having a hissy fit later. Needless to say my total amount of strange tamed during undergrad would have been higher but for my mother following me to college. If I had known this was going to happen I would have stayed in the Marines. I had to make her clean up after herself. She expected my brother and I to be her servants. Her car needed gas? We were expected to go fill it for her. She was too important to do that herself.
If she had problems with her car she wouldn't bring it to me. I was expected to gather up all my tools and go wherever she was. When she wrecked her car my brother and I had to take turns driving her around and running her errands (besides the ones we already did). I took summer classes to get done with school as soon as possible. I graduated in 3 years, so at least some good came of it.
Everything came to a head when she decided to have my littlest brother move in as well. I was going to have to care for him and take him to school. I called my father on this. I told him if I was taking care of the child I wanted the child support. I had been screwed into working full time while going to school full time, and I was not happy with the situation. What had been the shining reward after over 5 years of military service had turned into a living hell. My mother was driving all of us nuts. My father said that was a valid point and would be happy to come to court and inform a judge about the situation.
I told my mom the buck stopped here, and she needed to grow up and sleep in the bed she had made. She decided to be Miss independent woman, and she needed to quit interfering with our lives and expecting us to be her eternal servants for nine months rent in the womb. She was of course butt hurt. Eventually she got over it, and I even introduced my wife to her about a week before I was married. My mom was the worst room mate I ever had.
My rooommates think im a neo-nazi because
1: I listen to heavy metal
2: I have a shaved head and wear road leathers
3: I Constantly make racist comments against a fake race in FF14
Buttery Commissar wrote: and there was a large crayon drawing of me on the wall, that had me labelled as having a "gas mask fetish". I laughed my ass off. I don't know where that came from, but it still tickles me.
Well judging from your avatar and username, you are an Imperial Guard fan, aren't you?
I'm not sure if I should write the only actual revenge I got on them.
Please do.
I was broke as feth, as were we all.. so stealing food was pretty donkey-cave behaviour.
So when stuff started going missing from my cupboard, I just put a note on the back of my soda that said, "C'mon, I don't earn enough for you to steal my drinks."
Next morning, I'm taking a call from a university course leader and "someone" starts screaming outside my door, banging on it and demanding I come out and call her a thief to her face.
I apologise to the professor and ask for a moment, lean out of my door and say, "Okay you're a thief."
"How do you have the balls to call me a thief?"
"If you're not a thief, how did you find a note that was taped to *my* food?"
"..."
And went back to my call, and got the transfer.
After that she started out right throwing my food away, and even emptied my entire set of plates and cutlery into the trash can one night.
The cleaning staff from the building found the bag and returned it to me, before I had even noticed.
I briefly had a hole in my gut that meant gaking was like passing broken glass, so at one point was on pretty powerful prescription. stool softener. It was tasteless, clear, and I think you get where this is going. I bought a two litre of premium cream soda, waited for someone to start stealing it. I replaced a third of it with the laxatives and the rest of it was gone by the next morning.
Yes it took effect. Bonus: She was subletting to her boyfriend, and they only had one bathroom. There was a lot of arguing.
...Do neighbours count as fair game in this topic?
Let's see...
Upstairs roommate is pushy, opinionated and lets her pets have the run of the place.
Got two guys where all they do is fight, play video games, pile-up stinky laundry, steal all the food and have no concept of time.
Another likes to tell me what to do and expects me to fix everything she breaks.
Families suck as roommates (wife, kids and grandma).
I briefly had a hole in my gut that meant gaking was like passing broken glass, so at one point was on pretty powerful prescription. stool softener. It was tasteless, clear, and I think you get where this is going. I bought a two litre of premium cream soda, waited for someone to start stealing it. I replaced a third of it with the laxatives and the rest of it was gone by the next morning.
For a moment there I thought you gakked in the soda bottle...
I briefly had a hole in my gut that meant gaking was like passing broken glass, so at one point was on pretty powerful prescription. stool softener. It was tasteless, clear, and I think you get where this is going. I bought a two litre of premium cream soda, waited for someone to start stealing it. I replaced a third of it with the laxatives and the rest of it was gone by the next morning.
For a moment there I thought you gakked in the soda bottle...
I really wish I hadn't brought it up, because I don't want to type this.
He got drunk, put the dried spaghetti one at a time into his... firehose... then placed them all back in the packet.
Buttery Commissar wrote: I really wish I hadn't brought it up, because I don't want to type this.
He got drunk, put the dried spaghetti one at a time into his... firehose... then placed them all back in the packet.
Buttery, it's a wonder you aren't rocking in a corner somewhere hugging yourself in a white jacket! Damn. Glad we can be a sounding board here for you-sounds like it's useful!!
Tactical_Spam wrote: You must have kicked a puppy in your past life, Buttery. I mean seriously, you seem to experience the strangest phenomenon very frequently.
Until a few short years ago, I honestly didn't realise that this wasn't how life just is for everyone. I'm still not wholy convinced.
Tactical_Spam wrote: You must have kicked a puppy in your past life, Buttery. I mean seriously, you seem to experience the strangest phenomenon very frequently.
Pretty sure that's me. He goes through odd occurrences. I go through really bad ones. I don't have as many interesting stories to tell. Just the two or so with roommates.
@buttery commissar: I honestly feel like we should be IRL friends living together just so I could see some of the weird **** you go through firsthand. Who knows? Maybe our odd luck streak will combine into something truly horrifying but make great stories. On the positive side I also was an imperial guard player from about 2007-2009 or so and have all the stuff (3k points or so). I don't play them anymore so I'd totally let you borrow them whenever you wished. Dunno how legit most of the stuff is in 7th edition 40k with the way the current game is.
I generally lend some of my used stuff I never use anymore. You should've seen how much my cousin played on my xbox 360 when I let him use it. I'm guessing he had it at least 6-9 months. His 360 red-ringed so I let him use mine. Oddly mine was an old version and it never red-ringed even once to this day.
Also Buttery I have to ask if your food was getting stolen in the cabinet was there no way to get a lock for it? Seriously it shouldn't have been that hard or expensive to do so.
There was a medical story once about a guy watching porn. The guys in the movies were putting Q-tip in themselves, then when they climaxed they'd shoot them out.
The guy watching wanted to try it, but had no Q-tips. He substituted a glass swizzle stick from his hotel mini-bar. After insertion and playing with himself the glass broke. As he lost his erection the jagged end still inside him pierced out the side of his penis. They had to surgically remove more than a dozen pieces of broken glass from inside him.
cuda1179 wrote: There was a medical story once about a guy watching porn. The guys in the movies were putting Q-tip in themselves, then when they climaxed they'd shoot them out.
The guy watching wanted to try it, but had no Q-tips. He substituted a glass swizzle stick from his hotel mini-bar. After insertion and playing with himself the glass broke. As he lost his erection the jagged end still inside him pierced out the side of his penis. They had to surgically remove more than a dozen pieces of broken glass from inside him.
Some people are so stupid they kind of should be dead. I find Darwin Awards rather disgusting and insulting but I mean come on. Seriously sometimes you just want to let nature run it's course.
Despite instigating it, I think that's roughly enough stories about things going where they shouldn't.
I'm done with roomies and flat mates. I now live on my own in the countryside in a house that shares one wall with next door and very little else. My previous neighbour would take some writing out.
Buttery Commissar wrote: Heh. I'm unaware if there's a precedent for people doing that, it's not something I was previously introduced to.
I wasn't there, the entire thing scares me.
From a discussion I had with a nurse once, people put things up there more often than you'd think.
My mate's wife is a nurse, I can confirm she says the frequency of that and the other hole are "astounding". The funniest one she's had is having a guy with a Ken doll stuck up his bum.
A Town Called Malus wrote: From a discussion I had with a nurse once, people put things up there more often than you'd think.
My roommate is an ER physician and they had a lady come in with a pickle jar inserted in her lady parts, once inside it created a vacuum and it wouldn't come out, they had to use a special drill to open a small hole in the bottom of the jar to let the air pressure equalize so they could pull it out. They had to be super careful and were afraid it'd shatter and lead to all sorts horrific injury.
There was also a guy who came in with 2nd degree burns on his taint because he tried to use a stun gun to stimulate his prostate while self pleasuring.
Haven't had any stories this bad...the worst I've been through was my sophomore year in college. Ten guys in a suite. It was an experience, glad I did it, would never go through it again. One morning I woke up with a lamppost in my hallway.
I don't know if the campus police were more exasperated or impressed when they showed up that afternoon. Frankly, I don't know which I was, either - we were on the third floor, the stairs were narrow switchbacks, and the culprits couldn't possibly have been in any shape to coordinate carrying the damn thing.
Only moved out with my fiance to a place with roomates once and we're never going to do it again.
List of fun stuff with them involved:
-going through trash, like week old trash to try to disprove an allergy. Which wasn't even an allergy in the end anyway. -being confronted with said trash over it
-stealing mail/going through mail
-watching us have sex without us noticing, caught them once
-trying to turn the other passive roommate against us, as in just even making stuff up to try to get them into the fun times too
-emptying cans of crappy cheap deodorant purely to annoy, like closing up the bathroom and making a nice haze of the crap inside other rooms as well
-trying to drive us out so they can get their drop kick relative/dealer into the place with them
-lying to the landlord about us to try to get us evicted
-outright disrespecting the landlord's property and causing damage
-going through the washing machine for some reason, as in stopping it and putting the stuff from it mid wash next to it and then doing nothing with it anyway
List could go on but needless to say we didn't stay long and in the end after bringing the stuff to the landlord's attention neither did they after us.
First year of uni, I'm in a house with 11 other people. The guy directly above me is a typical jock, except in the UK. He's cocky, does drugs and physically intimidates others. He was actually rather pleasant to talk to at times but others he was just unbearable. He would play heavy drum+bass until 4am most nights, keeping me up, threaten me when I asked him to turn it down, and the weed. Oh god the smell of weed was sickening, it was like walking into a pane of glass, it hit you that badly.
One afternoon I return from the library and him and a mate have left broken glass outside my door for me to tread on. This was the last straw and I reported him to the landlord. I got my peace of mind and security, but I became a pariah in the house as he had turned 9/11 of the other housemates against me. One of them was so annoyed that I had "grassed" that she threatened to get me evicted, in the conversation below.
Her: "I can't believe you grassed, you little ****, you utter *******." Valk: "So you expect me to put up with crap like broken glass left outside my room?" H: "First thing tomorrow I'm going to the landlord, getting you kicked out." V: "For what?" H: "Anything. I'll say you're being racist and sexually harassing me." V: "You're a law student, you of all people know you'd need evidence if I ever actually did anything like that." H: "Doesn't matter. I'm a girl, they'll believe me." V: "Whatever you say."
What she didn't know was that I was secretly recording the whole conversation on my phone, just in case she followed through with her threat and I needed evidence that she was talking out her arse. She never did in the end, but I was pretty bloody pleased to get out of there.
I have an even more convoluted story of my second and third years at uni if anyone wishes to hear it, it's probably even worse than this one.
n0t_u wrote: Only moved out with my fiance to a place with roomates once and we're never going to do it again.
List of fun stuff with them involved:
-going through trash, like week old trash to try to disprove an allergy. Which wasn't even an allergy in the end anyway. -being confronted with said trash over it
-stealing mail/going through mail
-watching us have sex without us noticing, caught them once
-trying to turn the other passive roommate against us, as in just even making stuff up to try to get them into the fun times too
-emptying cans of crappy cheap deodorant purely to annoy, like closing up the bathroom and making a nice haze of the crap inside other rooms as well
-trying to drive us out so they can get their drop kick relative/dealer into the place with them
-lying to the landlord about us to try to get us evicted
-outright disrespecting the landlord's property and causing damage
-going through the washing machine for some reason, as in stopping it and putting the stuff from it mid wash next to it and then doing nothing with it anyway
List could go on but needless to say we didn't stay long and in the end after bringing the stuff to the landlord's attention neither did they after us.
Fiancee? Congratulations! Is this the same girl as earlier? Have you decided on whose last name to take?
If they were watching you have sex I'm almost curious how attractive you guys are. Just for the record I've never understood the attraction of lesbian sex as a hetero man (it just does nothing for me) but that's just me I guess. That's much better than the one time neighbors upstairs had sex for what must have been a couple hours when I needed sleep for work. Apparently she was very fat and I think he was balding (so very unattractive ideas in your head). I think it was so bad that night I had to sleep on the couch in the living room.
flamingkillamajig wrote: If they were watching you have sex I'm almost curious how attractive you guys are.
This is a "terrible roommates" thread. The answer is of course "ancient horrors that mortal minds were not meant to know". IOW, so attractive that you can not look away, even as your mind liquefies and begins to leak out of your eyes, and the icy despair of an eternity of suffering in the afterlife consumes you. Your last scream will echo forever within the walls of the house, bound to it even in death by the sheer attractiveness of the beings you witnessed.
flamingkillamajig wrote: If they were watching you have sex I'm almost curious how attractive you guys are.
This is a "terrible roommates" thread. The answer is of course "ancient horrors that mortal minds were not meant to know". IOW, so attractive that you can not look away, even as your mind liquefies and begins to leak out of your eyes, and the icy despair of an eternity of suffering in the afterlife consumes you. Your last scream will echo forever within the walls of the house, bound to it even in death by the sheer attractiveness of the beings you witnessed.
The answer is a very modest fairly. I got hit on yet again at work yesterday and it's not that uncommon at least; although it is uncomfortable.
flamingkillamajig wrote: If they were watching you have sex I'm almost curious how attractive you guys are.
This is a "terrible roommates" thread. The answer is of course "ancient horrors that mortal minds were not meant to know". IOW, so attractive that you can not look away, even as your mind liquefies and begins to leak out of your eyes, and the icy despair of an eternity of suffering in the afterlife consumes you. Your last scream will echo forever within the walls of the house, bound to it even in death by the sheer attractiveness of the beings you witnessed.
The answer is a very modest fairly. I got hit on yet again at work yesterday and it's not that uncommon at least; although it is uncomfortable.
Now you're making me curious. It's not like I haven't seen attractive wargamer girls online but I'm very curious what you look like. To my knowledge of the GW's I've been to (only 2) there's been a total of maybe 2 attractive wargamer girls that hobbied. Before your response my idea was above average to average so I truly don't know. You're getting married so obviously it's hands off but I feel a need to sate my curiosity.
Btw is it me or are Australian girls really attractive for some reason? What few Australian girls I've seen online have been at least above average as far as looks go.
I suppose I should get back on topic though. Oddly the downstairs neo-Nazi roommate offered me a disc of Civ 5 and various computer components today (keyboard, mouse and headset) to which I refused as I mostly have all those things. I may take the headset to gift it to a Canadian girl I know online so we can finally chat on Skype. I swear her knowledge of computers is about as backwards as somebody in their 70's or 80's. This is coming from somebody with computer knowledge that mostly doesn't go beyond copy and paste and how to load games up on my computer.
flamingkillamajig wrote: Now you're making me curious. It's not like I haven't seen attractive wargamer girls online but I'm very curious what you look like. To my knowledge of the GW's I've been to (only 2) there's been a total of maybe 2 attractive wargamer girls that hobbied. Before your response my idea was above average to average so I truly don't know. You're getting married so obviously it's hands off but I feel a need to sate my curiosity.
My reaction here is 'why the hell does it matter?'
I've been on the receiving end of the "why are you watching me" accusation.
I'm 6'5" tall, and over 300 pounds. I'm a huge guy, but I tend to be a little light on my toes. I accidentally sneak up on people accidentally and scare them. I'm not sure how, but I am almost the world's more unlikely ninja.
I also have this weird ability that if I'm not actively trying to be noticed, you probably don't know I'm there.
While I was in college my roommate and his friends were unbearable. So, to study I found a nice little nook in a room in the upper floor of the commons building, which was in the center of three dorm buildings that surrounded it. The windows of this room were literally 15 feet away from the dorm-room windows of building next to it. Although I didn't plan it, I saw more naked girls changing in front of their open windows than I really cared to. As unlikely as it sounds, it just got annoying. More than once one saw me seeing them. This lead to a couple confrontations because I was "spying" on them.
This little nook also, on occasion became a hanky-panky zone in the early morning hours. People would stumble in around 1 in the morning, feeling each other up, and take offence when they finally noticed me in the room several minutes later.
flamingkillamajig wrote: Now you're making me curious. It's not like I haven't seen attractive wargamer girls online but I'm very curious what you look like. To my knowledge of the GW's I've been to (only 2) there's been a total of maybe 2 attractive wargamer girls that hobbied. Before your response my idea was above average to average so I truly don't know. You're getting married so obviously it's hands off but I feel a need to sate my curiosity.
My reaction here is 'why the hell does it matter?'
flamingkillamajig wrote: Now you're making me curious. It's not like I haven't seen attractive wargamer girls online but I'm very curious what you look like. To my knowledge of the GW's I've been to (only 2) there's been a total of maybe 2 attractive wargamer girls that hobbied. Before your response my idea was above average to average so I truly don't know. You're getting married so obviously it's hands off but I feel a need to sate my curiosity.
My reaction here is 'why the hell does it matter?'
It's no big deal. I'm just curious. If it was a dude that ladies peaked in on having sex and the dude was supposed to be attractive would you be curious?
I've known girls online that said various things. Anywhere from being aroused at watching '300' to the constant talk of erm circumcised or not. I've heard online girls say things you probably wouldn't believe.
flamingkillamajig wrote: It's no big deal. I'm just curious. If it was a dude that ladies peaked in on having sex and the dude was supposed to be attractive would you be curious?
No, because it would be creepy.
I've known girls online that said various things. Anywhere from being aroused at watching '300' to the constant talk of erm circumcised or not. I've heard online girls say things you probably wouldn't believe.
Yes I would, because believe it or not, we vary as much as men do.
Your curiousity aside, I strongly suggest we go back to discussing intolerable housing company, and not Women 101. It's uncomfortable enough to read from here, without taking into account how it may be making others like Ashiraya feel.
flamingkillamajig wrote: It's no big deal. I'm just curious. If it was a dude that ladies peaked in on having sex and the dude was supposed to be attractive would you be curious?
No, because it would be creepy.
I've known girls online that said various things. Anywhere from being aroused at watching '300' to the constant talk of erm circumcised or not. I've heard online girls say things you probably wouldn't believe.
Yes, because believe it or not, we vary as much as men do.
No I didn't mean looking at the people having sex. I meant I'm curious what reason they'd have for looking at her. Anyway I was curious. She doesn't have to show a picture unless she doesn't mind. Fairly certain she couldn't be more attractive than this one girl I used to like.
Anyway this is getting massively off-topic.
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@butterycommissar: Sure. If you have any new stories please let me know. I need to be going to bed soon over here anyway.
It's alright, it's not really a big deal and it seemed to be going the way of getting blown out of proportion a bit with the responses to it in the end.
I'll try to remember some more to contribute more to this thread and help it get back on track, but not really much more to mention, they tried to kill some strawberry plant I had at the time I guess. Just stuff like flipping lit cigarette butts into it (was advertised as a nonsmoking place of course and it was but didn't stop them unless an inspection was coming ). Burnt it a few times but no big deal. What killed it was the week or so we left it/forgot about it while sorting out where to go from there.
N0t_u I apologise for getting mildly irritated on your behalf. I just don't think it's appropriate or reasonable to turn spotlights on members for information they weren't presenting to begin with (and then bait them to provide it). Plenty people mentioned sex in this topic, and you were singled out. That's a poor show.
Anyhow, train on tracks...
When I first moved out to be truly on my own, I invited my friends around to the house on the first weekend. I had a little barbecue on bricks, some meats and half a dozen friends over. It wasn't a big thing, but for us we knew it was a start of a good thing.
My neighbour popped her head over the fence, and I waved and asked if she'd like to come over. This may have be one of my life's biggest regrets to date.
This thread...
I don't have anything on this thread's level, which isnt a surprise as I'm just 18 and we Spaniards are quite hard to kick out of our parent's house. But I do have one of the low level "beneath the rotting pizza" kind of stories.
Turns out last summer I went to Ireland to learn proper English and the best 1000 ways to cook a potato. Didn't learn much cooking but my english got better. But the other guys in the apartment... There was a Czech I think, who didnt talk much and was generally quiet (not that we all crossed paths too much), and two French guys who were impossible to understand, made quite a bit of noise and left a half-rotten pizza on the dining room before leaving, not to mention the mess they made out of the sinks.
So there's that.
There is also that other time in some other summer camp thing where some very smart and gentle people ran around the hallways covering door handles (or whole doors) in a mix of toothpaste, aftershave and shaving foam.
Nothing on the general dramatic level of this thread thankfully.
Alright well sorry you guys. I wasn't curious enough to make people upset mostly importantly the person that was receiving the attention. I'd much rather hear Buttery's stories anyway. Hopefully being curious about those stories doesn't make people mad at me .
@not_u: If you can't take care of a plant due to forgetting perhaps having a pet would be a bad idea as well. Lord knows I can't remember anything. I'm going to be so forgetful if I make it to old age. I probably won't even remember my name.
flamingkillamajig wrote: Alright well sorry you guys. I wasn't curious enough to make people upset mostly importantly the person that was receiving the attention. I'd much rather hear Buttery's stories anyway. Hopefully being curious about those stories doesn't make people mad at me .
@not_u: If you can't take care of a plant due to forgetting perhaps having a pet would be a bad idea as well. Lord knows I can't remember anything. I'm going to be so forgetful if I make it to old age. I probably won't even remember my name.
Was more we just weren't there for the last week or two of our rent and then remembering it when we went back to get our stuff.
Poor thing was shriveled brown and was on the way to becoming an ash tray.
flamingkillamajig wrote: Alright well sorry you guys. I wasn't curious enough to make people upset mostly importantly the person that was receiving the attention. I'd much rather hear Buttery's stories anyway. Hopefully being curious about those stories doesn't make people mad at me .
@not_u: If you can't take care of a plant due to forgetting perhaps having a pet would be a bad idea as well. Lord knows I can't remember anything. I'm going to be so forgetful if I make it to old age. I probably won't even remember my name.
Was more we just weren't there for the last week or two of our rent and then remembering it when we went back to get our stuff.
Poor thing was shriveled brown and was on the way to becoming an ash tray.
Well maybe you could donate it to Good Will for some white trash to pick up and use .
Man... this thread. The most annoying thing where I live was the kid next door who had no toys and would just bounce a ball against their front door (from inside the apartment) for hours during the school holidays. The constant 'cuh-thunk' was fething annoying, but nothing compared to you guys.
Buttery Commissar wrote: My neighbour popped her head over the fence, and I waved and asked if she'd like to come over. This may have be one of my life's biggest regrets to date.
H.B.M.C. wrote: Man... this thread. The most annoying thing where I live was the kid next door who had no toys and would just bounce a ball against their front door (from inside the apartment) for hours during the school holidays. The constant 'cuh-thunk' was fething annoying, but nothing compared to you guys.
Are you sure that you weren't actually living in Stalag-Luft III?
H.B.M.C. wrote: Man... this thread. The most annoying thing where I live was the kid next door who had no toys and would just bounce a ball against their front door (from inside the apartment) for hours during the school holidays. The constant 'cuh-thunk' was fething annoying, but nothing compared to you guys.
Are you sure that you weren't actually living in Stalag-Luft III?
That's where I immediately went too.
Cracking tune.
I've been very lucky with roommates, no real horror stories. Just a bunch of great guys and one girl. Neighbours, however....
My first apartment was a tiny two bedroom in a divey old building, above some retail shops. The units were very narrow, so to get light to the bedroom there was a light well between each unit, about six foot square, and the two windows from each bedroom opened into these wells. The light well stopped at this level and had a tar and gravel floor. Great! Fresh air and light for my little houseplant, right? I cracked the window and left for the day.
The neighbours had a cat. The cat's "litterbox" was the gravel roof. The "litterbox" was never changed. When I got home, my room smelled so strongly of cat gak and urine that I slept on the couch in the living room. That smell never really went away and we left after a month.
H.B.M.C. wrote: Man... this thread. The most annoying thing where I live was the kid next door who had no toys and would just bounce a ball against their front door (from inside the apartment) for hours during the school holidays. The constant 'cuh-thunk' was fething annoying, but nothing compared to you guys.
Buttery Commissar wrote: My neighbour popped her head over the fence, and I waved and asked if she'd like to come over. This may have be one of my life's biggest regrets to date.
Don't leave us hanging like that!!!
I had to get off the train.
Firstly she introduced herself by telling me that she only would eat chicken, no greeting, just blurting out her preference. Fine, that's fine.
Then she started inspecting my garden and saying it was larger than hers, and she bet I paid less rent. I just agreed and shrugged. I pointed out that my garden ends abruptly in mid air and has an eight foot drop at the end, so possibly wasn't the best planned bit of land.
Then, she told me her brother was beaten to death with a hammer in his own house. I started wondering whether this was ice breaking or a warning. My friends started making excuses and leaving.
I learned a lot from that exchange of chicken for abrupt honesty. She and her husband worked nights, except she didn't because she was off work waiting to sue her employer for an incident five years ago, which she hadn't started the paperwork for.
This pretty much set the tone for our conversations. Her husband was pretty much mute, other than helping me pull a heavy pole out of my backyard one time. *
We rarely spoke, and I was generally okay with this. A few times she hammered on the wall when I got too energetic with exercising during the daytime.**
Then one Sunday morning at 7am, she hammered on the door like there's something on fire. I promptly crapped myself and run downstairs, thinking there's an emergency. Apparently it was very windy and my TV aerial was rattling in the gale.
I apologised, and she told me to call my landlord. She was screaming at me to the point I was backed against my inner hallway door. I called him then and there, and got no reply. She demanded my landlords number, and I refuse, it's not mine to give out.
She then demanded I get on the roof and fix things myself then and there.
I refused, as it was a gale, I like being alive, so she yelled that she would do it. Off she went, trampling my grass and flowerbeds.
My partner was now awake and confused, and we started the morning. About half an hour later, I saw the insane woman and her husband carrying a ladder on the street. I then heard a thump.
I then decided that it would be a good time to go and watch Thor at the cinema, as I didn't want to see an elderly lady fall off my roof, or bother the police.
My tolerance was tempered by the fact that I had to continue living next door to these people, and they were clearly cracked. I wasn't even mad, just perplexed.
Thor was pretty okay. I came home to find a tv aerial growing out of my flowerbed, having been wrenched down and the cable cut with kitchen scissors (still attached to cable).
And so the (one sided) war had begun.
She came to my door once my partner had driven home, I have no idea why. She was proud of what she did.
"That was criminal damage." I said very tiredly.
"No it wasn't! Your aerial was criminally damaging our roof."
"You mean criminal negligence. And no, no it wasn't." I just leant on the doorframe and refused to let her back me up again.
"Ill sue you for this! I'll see you in court!"
"Fine. Use the footpath." My fething flowers have never recovered.
After that, she would do weird petty things to try and piss me off, and I would laugh at the energy expended.
She reported me to the RSPCA three times. Every time I allowed them to see my two cats, their food and my garden. They apologised and moved on.
She used to come on my property and move things around. One time she took a broken tree branch and wedged the backyard gate wide open. I was more amused than anything else. I never worked out why.
The "happy" ending was that she was evicted. Bailiffs kept turning up (and kept trying to access my property because someone had falsified records), and then one day they stopped. And I never heard or saw her again.
*Not a euphemism.
**Also not a euphemism. Wii fit.
What's that saying... "If you run into an donkey-cave in the morning, you ran into an donkey-cave. If you run into donkey-caves all day, you're the donkey-cave."
Does it also apply to weirdness?
I actually have a crazy neighbour story that isn't mine. I'll have to ask permission to share it though.
Buttery, are you sure you're not a mental patient who is living all these past hellish lives? I would have committed suicide a long time again.
I had a real Dickish couple living with me previously.
Our contract had got to the point where it was a rolling one, and they decided they had enough of the house and buffered off. They claimed it was because of mould. The mould was caused by them refusing to open windows. We came home one morning to find they had moved their bed to the living room. They said it was only until they cleaned it, they never did. So I ended up cleaning it in a fit of rage and forced them back upstairs, I liked my living room, the television was there. They wouldn't even tidy up it was just a mattress covering the whole floor. They constantly complained about their room because it was smaller than ours, they agreed to this at the start because we let them use the third room as a study.
They also steadfastly refused to clean. They would leave rotten food in the fridge, on the sides, plates and cups. They would randomly turn the heating up to full blast for hours on end or when we were out. They would have sex with their door open.
It didn't help that the woman was quite the crackpot, she'd start screaming for no apparent reason at two in the morning, and it got so bad that the next door neighbours came over because they thought someone was being raped. She also refused to do any housework because of her condition, so her boyfriend had to do everything. And he was in his last year of university so he was stressed anyway.
But eventually they decided to leave and gave us like two days noticed and buffered off by the end of the week, leaving us to pay the entirety of the rent, because of the contract if one person decides to leave the whole contract becomes null and voided and we would have been evicted from the property. To bee honest we didn't mind paying double for some bloody peace and quiet.
Thankfully, the worst I had to deal with while living with my sister was rescuing her from spiders. Like the time she got stuck on the balcony because there was a spider on the door to get back in. Or the time I came home one night at about eleven, to find a glass on the kitchen floor with a spider under it, that had been there since about half five, awaiting my return.
... I once put a pot over a spider and because I live alone, it just stayed there for a month because I don't know how long spiders live.
I've stared down a crackhead that broke my door down, but I'm just not good with the legs.
And suicide? For every weird story I have, I have a dozen more with great people or experiences through bouncing through life with the general expectation that it'll be pretty good. I'm not unhappy.
Buttery Commissar wrote: ... I once put a pot over a spider and because I live alone, it just stayed there for a month because I don't know how long spiders live.
I've stared down a crackhead that broke my door down, but I'm just not good with the legs.
I'm similar with spiders. I don't like them at all, but I'm still comparatively much better with things like tarantulas which actually attempt to look proportional than I am with house spiders and ones that are 95% legs.
I will still freak the feth out if I see one, but proportional spiders would be easier to deal with.
When my wife and I were ready to buy a house we found the perfect one. It was in a neighborhood where all the homes were designed as upper-middle class homes and built in the early 1970's. Our home hadn't really been updated so it was reasonably priced. The other homes in the area were spruced-up a bit.
My wife grew up as a farm-girl, so she liked our large yard. To the west (across the street) is a vacant lot. To the northwest is a Church, everything east of us is woods despite being within city limits.
A month after we purchased our home someone bought the house to our south, and turned it into a rental home. The problem is that they converted it to hold multiple families. Multiple families of Hispanic origin and questionable immigrant status. We live in an agricultural area, and even the Government has estimated that 10% of our population is illegal.
A home meant for a single family was split up by bedrooms. Bedroom 1 was a mother, father, and two children. Bedroom 2 is a Single mother and two children. Bedroom 3 is three single guys. Bedroom 4 is a young couple. The owner attempted to put two bunk-beds and a couch in the garage and rent that out to four other single guys, but was stopped by city rental laws.
The home quickly turned from okay-looking into a trash pile, including repairs that likely don't meet codes. The gutter downpipes are PVC pipes. The siding is made of three different colors. When the air conditioning went out they gutted it and replaced it with 5 window units, while leaving the old unit sitting on my property line for 2 years.
At any given time of the day or night ethnic music that oddly sounded like polka played LOUDLY, which sucked as our master bedroom was on the southern end of our home. They had dogs that they left chained in the front yard that barked for hours, then let loose to poop on my driveway. Although I heard them speak English, when I went to ask if they could turn the music down all the sudden it was a "No Hablo". When I stated I spoke Spanish as well, they just closed the door.
There is no parking on the streets in our neighborhood, and with 8 adults and a 2-car driveway they got "inventive" with parking, which sometimes meant in my back yard.
Meanwhile their yard was 20% dirt patches, and 50% weeds, which they only mowed twice per year. In order to prevent my own infestation or erosion to my retaining wall, I had to be a midnight ninja. In the middle of the night I would spray weed killer all over their yard. After the weeds were dead, I started seeding and watering their lawn. Literally the only grass that is in their yard is what I planted.
If we're expanding a little bit, i can add some more weirdness along similar lines. When I started renting in Kansas, the land lord told me that the previous tenet abruptly left without saying a word one day. I thought lucky me cause the apartment was nice. For the next two years, I received mail for at least two dozen different persons, many with the same last name. Someone had been using that address for an entire extended family XD I even got a half dozen W2's the first year there.
Buttery you lead a very interesting live or you are a very good pathological liar
Never had roommates, the only story i have is in my eyes funny. when i was young i went to the local metal hangout
called "sheltur" in Brunssum, i befriended a girl, and she told me an interesting story that happened there, it was at the end
of the 80's begin 90's when piercings were not well known, she is well developed in her chest area, and some male friends were
talking to a guy, that didn't believe she had nipple piercings, at first she didn't want to show it but after egging on from her friends, the 2
went into a small hall, she lifted the front of her shirt, the guys eyes went wide and the he fainted! I almost choked on my beer from laughing when she told me.
Lots of crazy stuff happened at that venue and i saw some wicked bands there
I'd like to think that if I was a gifted liar, I'd be able to invent better stories than having my door smeared with mayonaise and missing Dr Who for five weeks.
Because I just missed my train, you can have one that happened to my friend when he lived in Sheffield. Thus proving I do not win the worst neighbour sufferance.
He and his partner lived above a genuine Hell's Angel. And they would frequently find their nights being held up by very loud music and gatherings. But the trade off was having a very secure apartment above a scary melon-fether.
Then one day it all goes quiet. They assume he bailed on rent. Two weeks, and the smell builds up.
The apartment backs onto a butcher's shop and they go round in the last ditch hope that the smell is his issue from an unemptied refuse bin. The butcher comes back with them, says the smell is very definitely dead person.
Police arrive, break in and find the Hell's Angel sat very peacefully in his armchair with a fire axe in the back of his head. The rest of the room was just like the middle of a Friday night's drinking session.
I used to doubt that story until I moved here, but there are a lot of motorcycle groups around here. Not all HA, pretty sure I've never seen them in reality. But a lot even have their crests on the corners of the pub signs, marking them as good places to meet.
Worst neighbour I've ever gotten was some guy that threatened to kill my dog because he Barked alot. Only with the persuasion powers of my Mother did I not go over and bash his skull in with his own hand.
NOBODY THREATENS MY DOG!
Though tbh he barked alot back then...Mostly because of the family of Possums that live in both my FETH HUEG gum tree and my roof.
My dog also enjoys the taste of possums, so that didn't end very well for the family of rodents. I did midnight watches armed with a broom to stave them away. Fun times...
Feth me, I looked it up, it's not fifteen, it's less than four. You guys must have some serious bastards hidden in secluded places, just to keep it even.
XD I had no idea it was so little...The humans arn't that bad here, just now the news said there was another Croc attack, A cyclist avoiding a Kangaroo on the road got TKO'd b a truck, and a metric gak-tonne more. XD Long live Australia
Buttery Commissar wrote: What's that saying... "If you run into an donkey-cave in the morning, you ran into an donkey-cave. If you run into donkey-caves all day, you're the donkey-cave." Does it also apply to weirdness?
I actually have a crazy neighbour story that isn't mine. I'll have to ask permission to share it though.
And there's the difference. Try to come into my back yard or climb my roof and you'll be looking at the business end of a 12 gauge while we wait for the police.. I know its a shocker but Frazzled don't around.
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AndrewGPaul wrote: Thankfully, the worst I had to deal with while living with my sister was rescuing her from spiders. Like the time she got stuck on the balcony because there was a spider on the door to get back in. Or the time I came home one night at about eleven, to find a glass on the kitchen floor with a spider under it, that had been there since about half five, awaiting my return.
When we lived out in the sticks on Lake Travis our lady neighbor called me and the wife. She had a bucket in the kitchen with a "trapped spider." We carefully moved it outside and then lifted the bucket. Turns out she had trapped somene's Mexican Tarantula which is not native to the area. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mexican_redknee_tarantula That four inch body and six inch legs thing is accurate. When it walked away into the grass it was like the spiders in the first Hobbit movie going through the grass. Very cool.
I hated that house. Get up at night and go to the first floor and you were guaranteed to find one or more tarantulas, wood spiders, or worst of all scorpions about. The scorpions would come at you. You'll lose your fear of spiders when scorpions are around
We've been pretty good with neighbors (maybe we were the bad neighbor-working on bikes and cars and such heh heh. We did have a cult on the block which evidently decided paying taxes was a sin. Eventually a bunch of US marshalls and IRS showed up and carted the entire group (maybe 20-30 we never saw them) off to the hoosegow. We did have the dellionaires who turned their lakehouse into half mansion/half bunker. Worse neighbors overall were in the apartments in Cali. About once a month the complex would be raided by SWAT complete with the helicopters, armored truck etc. raiding a drug house.
I take it back. We lived next to the stalker ex until we could move, interesting that the mind covered that up. I still think he broke in just to steal our rings before the wedding.
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Buttery Commissar wrote: I'd like to think that if I was a gifted liar, I'd be able to invent better stories than having my door smeared with mayonaise and missing Dr Who for five weeks.
Because I just missed my train, you can have one that happened to my friend when he lived in Sheffield. Thus proving I do not win the worst neighbour sufferance.
He and his partner lived above a genuine Hell's Angel. And they would frequently find their nights being held up by very loud music and gatherings. But the trade off was having a very secure apartment above a scary melon-fether. Then one day it all goes quiet. They assume he bailed on rent. Two weeks, and the smell builds up. The apartment backs onto a butcher's shop and they go round in the last ditch hope that the smell is his issue from an unemptied refuse bin. The butcher comes back with them, says the smell is very definitely dead person. Police arrive, break in and find the Hell's Angel sat very peacefully in his armchair with a fire axe in the back of his head. The rest of the room was just like the middle of a Friday night's drinking session.
I don't know about the UK but here...yea I could definitely see that, or the occasional shootout.
I'm pretty sure that most people in the U.K. would be quite aggressive or put the point across if they found someone climbing their roof.
I was calm and weary at the time, and reasoned that as she was insane, nothing I could do or say would stop her, I didn't want an argument, and I didn't want to watch her do it.
My reactions to stress are possibly not typical for anyone, Brit or no. When a drug addict broke into my house after kicking the door down, I had such a reasonable conversation with him and calmed him down, that the police accused me of knowing the guy.
I'm pretty sure most people anywhere would be agressive/confused when someone climbs up on their roof without permission. It's probably not hard to do some damage to most roofs through stupidity then annoying cause of the waiting time for people to get around to fixing it.
Conversing with someone breaking into your home though, seemingly like a nice little chat over some tea, now that's mostly UK.
Buttery Commissar wrote: I'm pretty sure that most people in the U.K. would be quite aggressive or put the point across if they found someone climbing their roof.
I was calm and weary at the time, and reasoned that as she was insane, nothing I could do or say would stop her, I didn't want an argument, and I didn't want to watch her do it.
My reactions to stress are possibly not typical for anyone, Brit or no. When a drug addict broke into my house after kicking the door down, I had such a reasonable conversation with him and calmed him down, that the police accused me of knowing the guy.
Personally knowing or being near you might be simultaneously the safest, most dangerous, most stressful, and most hilarious decision anyone could ever make.
Buttery Commissar wrote: I'm pretty sure that most people in the U.K. would be quite aggressive or put the point across if they found someone climbing their roof.
I was calm and weary at the time, and reasoned that as she was insane, nothing I could do or say would stop her, I didn't want an argument, and I didn't want to watch her do it.
My reactions to stress are possibly not typical for anyone, Brit or no. When a drug addict broke into my house after kicking the door down, I had such a reasonable conversation with him and calmed him down, that the police accused me of knowing the guy.
Have you considered a career in Hostage Negotiation?
Buttery Commissar wrote: I'd like to think that if I was a gifted liar, I'd be able to invent better stories than having my door smeared with mayonaise and missing Dr Who for five weeks.
Lord knows being British like you are if you were unable to see Dr. Who for 3 more weeks you would have dropped dead.
Conversing with someone breaking into your home though, seemingly like a nice little chat over some tea, now that's mostly UK.
Na that's Canadian. Not sure if he's living in the right country. It's probably why your stories are so out of place.
Sgt. Vanden wrote: Worst neighbour I've ever gotten was some guy that threatened to kill my dog because he Barked alot. Only with the persuasion powers of my Mother did I not go over and bash his skull in with his own hand.
NOBODY THREATENS MY DOG!
Though tbh he barked alot back then...Mostly because of the family of Possums that live in both my FETH HUEG gum tree and my roof.
My dog also enjoys the taste of possums, so that didn't end very well for the family of rodents. I did midnight watches armed with a broom to stave them away. Fun times...
Well the guy kicked my door in, splitting the paint and doorframe from the bolt, and screamed for someone who didn't live there (or exist). My first move was to apologise and ask if I could help.
Buttery Commissar wrote: Well the guy kicked my door in, splitting the paint and doorframe from the bolt, and screamed for someone who didn't live there (or exist). My first move was to apologise and ask if I could help.
You apologized for somebody else kicking your door in? The earlier guy was right; you MUST be Canadian!!
Buttery Commissar wrote: Well the guy kicked my door in, splitting the paint and doorframe from the bolt, and screamed for someone who didn't live there (or exist). My first move was to apologise and ask if I could help.
You apologized for somebody else kicking your door in? The earlier guy was right; you MUST be Canadian!!
Your right...BC confirmed Canadian confirmed.
Like seriously, anywhere else in the world ((except maybe Sweden) Unless the Swedes were Vikings) a all out fist fight would've started.
Buttery Commissar wrote: Well the guy kicked my door in, splitting the paint and doorframe from the bolt, and screamed for someone who didn't live there (or exist). My first move was to apologise and ask if I could help.
You apologized for somebody else kicking your door in? The earlier guy was right; you MUST be Canadian!!
Your right...BC confirmed Canadian confirmed.
Like seriously, anywhere else in the world ((except maybe Sweden) Unless the Swedes were Vikings) a all out fist fight would've started.
Really?! Being honest I probably would've gak myself and ran. I can go over it in a step by step process if you'd like.
Buttery Commissar wrote: Well the guy kicked my door in, splitting the paint and doorframe from the bolt, and screamed for someone who didn't live there (or exist). My first move was to apologise and ask if I could help.
You apologized for somebody else kicking your door in? The earlier guy was right; you MUST be Canadian!!
Your right...BC confirmed Canadian confirmed.
Like seriously, anywhere else in the world ((except maybe Sweden) Unless the Swedes were Vikings) a all out fist fight would've started.
Really?! Being honest I probably would've gak myself and ran. I can go over it in a step by step process if you'd like.
Go ahead, I'll go into my step-by-step thought process afterwards too.
Buttery Commissar wrote: Well the guy kicked my door in, splitting the paint and doorframe from the bolt, and screamed for someone who didn't live there (or exist). My first move was to apologise and ask if I could help.
You apologized for somebody else kicking your door in? The earlier guy was right; you MUST be Canadian!!
Your right...BC confirmed Canadian confirmed.
Like seriously, anywhere else in the world ((except maybe Sweden) Unless the Swedes were Vikings) a all out fist fight would've started.
Really?! Being honest I probably would've gak myself and ran. I can go over it in a step by step process if you'd like.
Go ahead, I'll go into my step-by-step thought process afterwards too.
Well, one kinda relatable story I have about someone breaking in was one a very very long time ago.
I was asleep in my room, heard a crash come from where my cousin was staying the night, get up, rush over there as fast as I could while trying to avoid stepping hastly placed furniture. Arrive to the room to see a pair of people climbing out of the window. My cousin is crying saying they took his PS1 and the gakky ass TV we plopped in the room. i do the first thing that pops into my mind, being jump out the window after them. I chase them about a hundred metres before catching up to the slower of the two. Tackle him, pry the PS1 out of his hands and smash him over the head with it. It shatters and I realise my mistake. I then get up and continue to chase the last person, who I eventually catch after a about another minute of hard sprinting. Run up beside him, push him into a fence and take the T.V. out of his hands. Take him by the collar and drag him over to his acomplice, who is still lying on the ground crying like a pansy. Place the T.V. on the ground before dragging the two back to my house and getting my mum to call the cops. I got a couple of weird faces from the cops after I told them what I did. I failed to mention the breaking of the PS1 and said that it broke when the guy fell down. I then had to trek back down the street to get my T.V., walk back to my house and go to sleep.
Moral of the story; Break-ins leave a sour taste in my mouth. So my reaction to somebody trampling my beautiful garden would be shoving their head through a wall, then calling the cops. The eating some watermelon.
Edit: This wasn't the right thread to post it in now was it?
Worst roommate story I ever had was the girl who decided to bang her boss at the house while they were drunk. I was gone for a week to visit family so, instead of using her OWN ROOM AND BED, decided to go up to mine, bust out my comfy camping cot my dad had gifted, and screwed on it so hard it broke the poor thing. IN MY ROOM.
And this wasn't like a "oh at least she's alright looking so I won't catch anything". She definitely had something going on and the guy was from Kansas with a mullet and a trucker stache.
I still remember when I got back, the other three roommates were awkward as all get out around me and after a couple of hours got together and told me what happened. I saw red for two days (and of course she was gone during this) and was seething for weeks. When her boss found out, he felt terrible and bought me a bunch of beer as an apology. She never did anything.
To this day, when my dad asks me what happened to the cot I claim it broke on a camping trip and I couldn't fix it. That was such a nice cot too...
@MrMoustaffa: Funny but if I were you I'd have wanted to kill her. I had a similar event happen with a previous roommate. We mostly moved out of my room while I was away for a month or so on a camping trip. Apparently a d-bag roommate let his friend and his friend's girlfriend or sex partner bang on the bed I had left. Oddly I changed which room I slept on but one of my other roommate's told me. Honestly I don't completely care that the roommate in question is a heroin user and may very well be dead right now for all I know.
Btw is this girl and her boss like massive redneck, dukes of hazard style white trash or is this more like 'squeal like a piggy!' redneck white trash?
flamingkillamajig wrote: @MrMoustaffa: Funny but if I were you I'd have wanted to kill her. I had a similar event happen with a previous roommate. We mostly moved out of my room while I was away for a month or so on a camping trip. Apparently a d-bag roommate let his friend and his friend's girlfriend or sex partner bang on the bed I had left. Oddly I changed which room I slept on but one of my other roommate's told me. Honestly I don't completely care that the roommate in question is a heroin user and may very well be dead right now for all I know.
Btw is this girl and her boss like massive redneck, dukes of hazard style white trash or is this more like 'squeal like a piggy!' redneck white trash?
If it was Dukes of Hazard I wouldn't kick Daisy out of bed for eatin' cookies
MrMoustaffa wrote: Worst roommate story I ever had was the girl who decided to bang her boss at the house while they were drunk. I was gone for a week to visit family so, instead of using her OWN ROOM AND BED, decided to go up to mine, bust out my comfy camping cot my dad had gifted, and screwed on it so hard it broke the poor thing. IN MY ROOM.
And this wasn't like a "oh at least she's alright looking so I won't catch anything". She definitely had something going on and the guy was from Kansas with a mullet and a trucker stache.
I still remember when I got back, the other three roommates were awkward as all get out around me and after a couple of hours got together and told me what happened. I saw red for two days (and of course she was gone during this) and was seething for weeks. When her boss found out, he felt terrible and bought me a bunch of beer as an apology. She never did anything.
To this day, when my dad asks me what happened to the cot I claim it broke on a camping trip and I couldn't fix it. That was such a nice cot too...
The dude was like if you took every Kansas stereotype and gave it life. He wasn't a bad guy though, he was just too drunk for his brain to consider " why the heck does this chick have warhammer models and an SG in her room". It's hard to explain, but when he explained it it was pretty clear he wasn't aware of what happened till it was over. Like I said, he bought beer for me later which for Kansas is apparently a sign of serious apology. He also gave me crap all the time for having family from Missouri when he was drunk (fun fact, Missouri and Kansas had a war that is partially responsible for the civil war, and they still apparently hate each other) and said "you're OK though."
As for the chick, like I said, I wouldn't have wanted her in my bed on account of it would have probably been one of those mistakes where you gotta warn future partners for years afterwards.
This was... 2 years ago I believe, when I worked in Minnesota. Haven't seen them in years, and my job ended there shortly afterwards.
That whole situation was an odd one. House was held up by carjacks, occasionally the basement would have massive amounts of sewage back up into it (thank God the land owner fixed it) and once we had a minor leak in a pipe under a sink pop off with what I can only describe as a gentle tap with a wrench, it looked like the cartoons when the pipe explodes and the cartoon character gets hit with the force of a fire hose. The house was also 30 feet from the railroad tracks, had no heating on the top floor (in Minnesota, I had days where I wore 3 layers of clothing and bundled in blankets) and we watched our neighbor get busted by a cop in our front yard for heroin and had neighbors sit on our poor without asking and watch.
That was a really odd situation. Minnesota is a weird place, every season sucks except for two weeks in the spring and fall when it's perfect, mosquito's are the state bird and can bite through fireproof pants, and the wind/humidity makes you colder than anything you can possibly imagine. And yet the people are the nicest you'll meet, and scotcharoos are like crack in rice crispy/peanut buttery/ fudgey goodness.
Now, compared to my roommates in colorado and Utah, it's still pretty weird, but there were plenty of odd situatios.. None that qualify as "roommates from hell" though. Working seasonal jobs introduces you to some really weird folk...
Wow that's really weird and yet so very interesting. It just sounds so crazy. I think Buttery may have a contender for weird stories now. I guess we'll see.
Buttery Commissar wrote: Well the guy kicked my door in, splitting the paint and doorframe from the bolt, and screamed for someone who didn't live there (or exist). My first move was to apologise and ask if I could help.
You apologized for somebody else kicking your door in? The earlier guy was right; you MUST be Canadian!!
Your right...BC confirmed Canadian confirmed.
Like seriously, anywhere else in the world ((except maybe Sweden) Unless the Swedes were Vikings) a all out fist fight would've started.
At house Frazzled you'd get a full auto wiener dog reddening your ankles like you've never seen. Oh and that bear climbing off the sofa is really angry about you waking him up...
Buttery Commissar wrote: Well the guy kicked my door in, splitting the paint and doorframe from the bolt, and screamed for someone who didn't live there (or exist). My first move was to apologise and ask if I could help.
You apologized for somebody else kicking your door in? The earlier guy was right; you MUST be Canadian!!
Your right...BC confirmed Canadian confirmed.
Like seriously, anywhere else in the world ((except maybe Sweden) Unless the Swedes were Vikings) a all out fist fight would've started.
I was a mid teenager. The guy beat the door down while I was on the phone to my father, who was stuck over twenty minutes away in traffic. The banging was so loud that he could hear it down the phone.
I heard the door open, and I had the choice of lock myself in the bathroom, or confront the intruder(s).
I went downstairs, was met with a guy very clearly on drugs, and I was in my pyjamas. I thought "He's going to kill me. He's very angry." so I tried to calm him down by apologising and affirming that I wasn't angry.
I'll spare us all the details on what he did then do, but "Why didn't you fight back?" was asked repeatedly, along with "You must have known him if you didn't run."
Because I didn't want to die. I didn't want my parents to have to bury me. I thought if he calmed down and got what he came in for, he would leave.
If you're looking for the chuckle, he then stole a car radio and a cast iron pepper shaker.
Buttery Commissar wrote: Well the guy kicked my door in, splitting the paint and doorframe from the bolt, and screamed for someone who didn't live there (or exist). My first move was to apologise and ask if I could help.
You apologized for somebody else kicking your door in? The earlier guy was right; you MUST be Canadian!!
If someone broke my door down and started screaming and running towards myself or the GF ( she might as well be my wife we have been together for 10 years but...reasons...) they would of been greeted with 5 rounds of 7.62mm from the SKS or a slug from the mossburg 500.
Not all Canadians are nice as I have been told daily from my co-workers ( I am a Ironworker by trade and am doing rebar right now VERY rough trade and yes we are ALL donkey-caves to eachother).
I haven't had many crazy roommates because mostly I hate people and have made enough money to live alone until I met "She who must be obeyed" aka "The boss of me".
I guess the craziest neighbors would of been the big black guy who was about 25, didn't work, never really saw him, but drove a Cadallic escalade and his 50 year old white cracked right out "GF". I get home from work and "She who must be obeyed" is out front of our 4 plex we lived in at the time with this skeezer skank out side, they where yelling at each other which is odd because "The boss of me" is one of the most mild non-confrontational women I have ever known in my life.
So being the guy that I am, Michael walks up to them with a smirk on my face and I asked whats going on? Well it turns out that this poor excuse for a human was made at the GF because she parked her car outside our place and didn't say hello to this 'thing' which is odd because she has never said two words to us before. The GF's father was in the hospital at the time, very sick and wasting away to nothing from cancer and I guess she just caught the GF at a very bad time ( there was a bunch of stuff going on with her 'brother' also the snake was trying to get into the GF's mom good graces because he knew the GF's father was dying and was trying to weasel his way into the money...which he eventually got but I digress) and my GF just snapped at her.
Well I break them up and this skeezer goes to slap my GF and hits me, well she goes to smack me again and I grab her hand and she says shes going to call her BF over and hes going to kill me blah blah blah. Well anyways I get them apart and get the GF inside, she cools down ( back rubs fix all problems ) and we forget about this.
About a week later I have a day off and in the after noon I notice A LOT of cop cars outside, so, I'm thinking 'og great here we go' so I look out back the SWAT Team is out there and they tell me to go inside. Well they do a search warrant on this house, kick the door in. Turns out the upstairs was a crack shack and the downstairs was a meth-lab. They pulled out about 6 guns also.
So, now that I think about it, there could of been a shoot out at my place between the SKS, the shotgun and whatever this guy had.
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