Roomate Horror Stories POST EM
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From: omotesando
ah... i see... by reading your other posts... i figure lie detecting and endless arguments over trivial matters,
and personal attacks are your speciality...
nah, you forget getting a life man, you need a hot girl friend...
dang, do i LOVE my ignore list or what!?
and personal attacks are your speciality...
nah, you forget getting a life man, you need a hot girl friend...
dang, do i LOVE my ignore list or what!?
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From: Santa Clara
If so, it is quite reasonable to think that it could happen in an accelerated fashion such that a "splashing" effect would occur, don't you think?
When there has been a lot of rain, the water will quite quickly and suddenly rush back up the toilet drain, causing it to splash everywhere.
I don't know how far this splashing would travel, but it is definitely possible.
I also understand that there are toilets that use a pressure of 25-30 psi for flushing action.
- Warren
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Also, the effect is the same as a plugged pipe would induce (water travelling down, then eventually filling back up and plunging back out).
Any type of sudden stoppage in a pipe can case a spray/splash, not just an overflowing. It's not at all stretching the boundaries of possibility to assume that this COULD happen.
- Warren
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From: La Mirada
sometimes I wonder is it me, or is it the roomate? I mean, we do act childishly and most often blame the other person. I mean, look at the losers who posted above. Who cares about some freakin toilet? Toilets do blow up, especially in earthquakes. Just read and have fun. No need to get your panties all up in a bunch.
Anyways, my first roomate in the dorms, he was a racial jerkoff/freak. I mean, he had to sneak in comments like "your parents speak English?" and just really condescending comments whenever he could. This guy would change his bedsheets and pillow case every day,e very single damn day. The laundry he had was amazing. He would take my food, and then would say "oh, I'll pay for it" like he's $$. I had some underacheiver friends come in and clean out his part of the fridge while he watched. ALso had them pour water on his face when he was sleeping (he hated being bothered in sleep).
Moved out and moved in a few doors down to a guy I "thought" was cool. He turned out to be too cool. This guy, whew, this guy was a social wreck. He was the exact opposite as the first guy. This guy couldn't say no, and had to leave the room open with music blasting all day long. I made it a habit to always come back from class to make sure the door was closed and my $$ was stolen. The funny thing about him was a different girl every week would be sleeping in his bed, but he's like the gay friend, so sad
Second year roomate, he was a real loser, I mean, he would sulk like a little bitch all day because he wasn't feeling good. A friend and I would be cooking, then he'd get first dibs, like he deserves the shit. He'd cry sometimes while we argued, a big momma's boy. I am too, but this guy, hearing him talk on the phone was like hearing a 10 year old at bandcamp talk to his mommy.
More stories to come, as soon as I begin to delve deep into these locked up tragic memories...
Anyways, my first roomate in the dorms, he was a racial jerkoff/freak. I mean, he had to sneak in comments like "your parents speak English?" and just really condescending comments whenever he could. This guy would change his bedsheets and pillow case every day,e very single damn day. The laundry he had was amazing. He would take my food, and then would say "oh, I'll pay for it" like he's $$. I had some underacheiver friends come in and clean out his part of the fridge while he watched. ALso had them pour water on his face when he was sleeping (he hated being bothered in sleep).
Moved out and moved in a few doors down to a guy I "thought" was cool. He turned out to be too cool. This guy, whew, this guy was a social wreck. He was the exact opposite as the first guy. This guy couldn't say no, and had to leave the room open with music blasting all day long. I made it a habit to always come back from class to make sure the door was closed and my $$ was stolen. The funny thing about him was a different girl every week would be sleeping in his bed, but he's like the gay friend, so sad
Second year roomate, he was a real loser, I mean, he would sulk like a little bitch all day because he wasn't feeling good. A friend and I would be cooking, then he'd get first dibs, like he deserves the shit. He'd cry sometimes while we argued, a big momma's boy. I am too, but this guy, hearing him talk on the phone was like hearing a 10 year old at bandcamp talk to his mommy.
More stories to come, as soon as I begin to delve deep into these locked up tragic memories...