Roommate stories

[JagFarlane]

Ok most of us have had a roommate [or you can substitute a significant other if needed] whom just drove us up the wall. Curious as to your all stories.

 

[Guest]

One weekend we both left the apartment and went to our respective family homes for a little holiday. Upon returning I find that the fridge has been switched off and unplugged -with all my food items in it! The little bitch had the gall to remove her stuff first! She didn't even apologize

 

[oggbashan]

I shared a flat with two football supporters.

One supported Everton; the other Liverpool.

Their arguments about the skills of their respective teams often went on late into the night. After a goal-less draw between their teams I had to rescue them from the harbour after they "had fallen in during heated discussion" as they put it...

Og

 

[lesbiaphrodite]

Had a roomie once who walked in her sleep. Found her buck naked in the front yard one night.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

We had an exchange student as a roommate in college. She got on everyone's nerves (there were five girls to one "apartment" if you didn't have a kitchen.) She kept talking about how her country was better. We finally had enough and recorded an answering machine message that referred to her as a "insert country name here" bug and during one of the Olympic broadcasts, Lee Greenwood's God Bless the USA song came on, and we sang it (right by her door) at the top of our lungs.

 

[JagFarlane]

I had gone off to home for Thanksgiving last year, first time at home for Thanksgiving since, '03. As I was nearing returning back here, one of my roomies called to ask if I could pick up some beer on my way in. So as we were on the phone, I asked him how things were. He told me that one of our roommates [there were five of us in a 4 bedroom house...two of em as a married couple so eh room for each of us] had yet to shower, and reeked.
Thinking he was joking, I laughed it off. When I got back, he and I went upstairs, having to pass her room. I damned near passed out from the B.O. coming from her room. Heh...ended up having to call her family [one roomie was related by marriage] to get them to convince her to erm...shower.

 

[slyc_willie]

I've had two room mates in my life. One was a "former glory" type who had played football for the Sooners and was being scouted by NFL teams before he broke both of his legs. He was an alcoholic who went through a pint of Jack Daniels and two four-packs of 16-ounce beers a night. When he wasn't playing WoW or some other online game, he would regale me with tales of how great his life would have been "if only."

The other I didn't mind so much. She was a beautiful topless dancer who opted for the same wardrobe at home that she wore at work. I never minded it when her friends came over.

 

[impressive]

Ok most of us have had a roommate [or you can substitute a significant other if needed] whom just drove us up the wall. Curious as to your all stories.

I dated this one guy in college who had a really odd roommate.

I married him.

 

[rgraham666]

I had one who is going to be in the news some day for multiple murder.

Everything in the universe fell into two categories; his and not yet his. He could do anything he wanted to either category.

I kept the door to my room locked at all times and slept with a weapon under my pillow.

I figure the only thing that kept me alive is the fact that he would be the immediate suspect as he was 'known to the police'.

The day he was finally kicked out he took most of the back lawn with him, dug up the sod and carried it away. I didn't ask why. I'd found out the hard way you never question him. But I figure he thought since he'd put a couple of handfuls of seed on it the year before that it was now his lawn and so had the right to do what he did.

One of the lowest examples of our species it has ever been my misfortune to encounter.

 

[3113]

I've had two room mates in my life. One was a "former glory" type who had played football for the Sooners and was being scouted by NFL teams before he broke both of his legs. He was an alcoholic who went through a pint of Jack Daniels and two four-packs of 16-ounce beers a night. When he wasn't playing WoW or some other online game, he would regale me with tales of how great his life would have been "if only."

Ye-gods! Is he still alive?

 

[slyc_willie]

Ye-gods! Is he still alive?

Yeah. He changed his name to scouries . . .

 

[jomar]

I had a bad body odor college roommate to (three to a room then, large room). He was always asking to borrow shirts and coats, wouldn't let him. One night he came home drunk, thought his closet door was the bathroom door and pissed on his clothes.

 

[glynndah]

I dated this one guy in college who had a really odd roommate.

I married him.

The guy you dated or the odd roommate.

I once lived with three other women. We agreed to each chip in an equal share and pool our grocery money. After our first trip to the store (we all went with a list we'd written up beforehand, Nancy said she'd changed her mind, took the list, circled about a dozen items and demanded her money back because she wasn't going to be eating any of those things. Needless to say, we each bought our own food after this.

 

[ishtat]

Beer and sweet rice pudding

In my last year as an undergraduate at a British University I shared a room with 'Peter'. He was one of the cleverest people I have ever known. He was definitely the laziest person I have ever known.

We finished our final exams one Friday and spent the following evening and all of Saturday celebrating. On Saturday night Peter went to bed. He had obtained for himself (how is a story in itself) a dozen large cans of 'Ambrosia Creamed Rice" and three crates of Newcastle Brown Ale(36 pints). He stayed in bed on Sunday, and Monday surviving on Brown Ale(warm) and sweet rice pudding (cold). By Tueday the atmosphere was so fetid I evacuated and stayed elsewhere but when I called in Thursday lunchtime I found he was still in bed.

"Glad you called" he said "d'you mind popping down the betting shop and putting a few bob on a horse for me?"

I did mind , so grumbling he pulled on some clothes and walked 200 yards to place the bet. he then came straight back to bed, beer and rice where he remained until the following Saturday afternoon.

Ten days later, less than a week before we were due to leave our alma mater and Peter would have had to contemplate work. He received a letter from lawyers advising him that he was the sole heir of an Uncle who had left him two million pounds and 90 houses.

Life is not fair!

 

[Handprints]

A former girlfriend's roommate attracted stalkers the way shit attracts flies. She just had a thing for junkies who were "contemplating" rehab, men with minor criminal records and debt service problems, and "misunderstood" loner types. Oh, plus a coterie of hopelessly-in-love-with-her, low self-esteem nebbishes who effectively acted as her concierges. I moved the girlfriend into my flat about six days before one of the loners stabbed one of the junkies on the front steps of their house while two of the nebbishes armed themselves with kitchen knives and screwed up the police investigation by trying to call the roommate for three hours before calling the police (she was in bed with one of the crims at the time.) The junkie lived, I think. The roommate decided she was in love with the stabber. The girlfriend decided a new life in Sweden seemed like a really wise option.

Sometimes I miss the life I had in my 20s. Sometimes not so much.

 

[elsol]

Ah...roomates... where shall I begin...

Should it be the rabbit shit?
Should it be the 2 year old rotten potatoes?
How about the 2K of non-paid rent?
Oh wait... there was the one that fucked two of the roommates without either knowing it... Oh wait, that was me!

Generally speaking the ones that cost you money are the worst.