Shitty stories i wish to forget!!
seung-
you're the winner!
that's the Worst!

 

Lets see...

Had one roommate, he was deaf in one ear so he'd sleep on the other ear. This made it great for in room parties, but when he'd always lock the door with a deadbolt (in the apt) it was quite difficult to get in.

Had another roommate, well... he was quite psycho. We'd get into fights often, sometimes fist fights. He wasn't that smart either, and totally inconsiderate. Consideration is everything and this guy... who was a friend of mine for many years beforehand, and heck, we played soccer for four years together in HS, he just turned to the dark side I guess. I'd usually spend the nights out in the lobby of the doom sleeping there, because I'd be locked out because he's working on his bet - you know, to sleep with the most girls on the soccer team (those that weren't lesbian) and such.

blah.

 

Hmm....I really hope that Mav wont be posting anything here about me!!

 

seung,

You are aware that toilets don't operate that way, arent't you?

Let's at least post stories that are physically possible, even if they are embellished.

- Warren

 

Former roommate: I woke up to find him shaking my leg at about 2am (just moved into 2 bedroom, each of us had our own room). I asked him what's was up. He told me to come into the living room. I followed him out of curiosity. When we got to the living room, he said,"You can go to sleep now." I said, WHAT!?!@#". He replied,"You did not originally go to sleep and now you can." I had no idea what he meant so I went to my room, and locked the door. The next day i found out that he sleepwalked when he was stressed and he had been waiting on a major test score to come back. Nevertheless, I locked the door for the rest of the time living with him.

 

ripley's believe or not.

 

Hell........I could type all day. For the past 3 years I have lived with three other people. We rent a six bedroom house and although there are 3 people on the lease, at any given time we have five or six people staying here. They're downstairs yelling right now about a bike ride they just came back from!(they rode their bikes to a nearby bar)

Some of the stories: Use your imagination....dogs running around with condoms in their mouth, psycho girlfriends with kids yelling at the top of their lungs, parties all the time, (one roommate was employed at WorldCom, the other at a graphics company...they're both collecting unemployment) midnight boxing matches (with gloves, of coarse)...cops occasionaly visit too.

But, I think I'm living here another year. I've know these dudes since the 4rd grade. Most importantly, I have a garage for my beloved car.

 

What is that supposed to mean? If you're not already aware, toilets don't (and physically cannot do) what you claim yours did. Despite the entertainment factor, it was a lie.

- Warren

 

[QUOTE]Originally posted by chroot
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What is that supposed to mean?

 

Once again, toilets don't do that. But wow... defensive, aren't we?

Good lord, get a life.

- Warren