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GAHH ****ing Roomates! (pg. 2)
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| nchs09 |
oh ya and on roomate stories...
i had a dorm but was never there.. and then the last day i go clean.. i go take out all my and my roomate goes "hey i left some coke under ur turntables.. i tried it and couldnt sleep the whole night! worst drug evar!"
i was like sweet! |
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| all-nite-freak |
i cant believe you posted your adress im stealing your monitors...
[nach09 humor]very spicy[/nach09 humor] |
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| nchs09 |
| quote: | Originally posted by all-nite-freak
i cant believe you posted your adress im stealing your monitors...
[nach09 humor]very spicy[/nach09 humor] |
awsome humor! |
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| EXTREMUM |
| If I ever move back to FL, the only roommate I'd get, is a friend of mine, or someone they know. I'd never want to deal with random idiots. |
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| EXTREMUM |
| quote: | Originally posted by Slylee
Does smashing my backpack over my ex boyfriend’s head while he was passed out on the couch because he got drunk after playing golf and forgot to pick me up from school count? :gsmile: |
No. |
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| guster |
well.. last year at uni the random roomie they gave me was a complete psychopath. i moved out the first day the school allowed room changes.
first off.. the dude had a giant prescription bottle full of 20mg Adderall tablets.. thing was.. the bottle had a label for Zyrtec, an allergy medicine. this dude's eyes were completely bugged out of his head all the time cause i'm guessing he was always tweaking.
anyway, second night in the dorm.. he left the party we went to earlier than me with this whale of a chick (he was a beanpole).. i go back to the room to find him asleep.. both of them naked.. ew. next night, he left a party early again with some wannabe-thug dude.. i find that passed out in my bed. so i kick him out.
next night.. same thing.. leaves with whale.. i come back to find them ing in my bed. i get pissed.. kick her out.. rip my sheets off the bed and sleep on the plastic matress.
the next week and a half i stole a bunch of his adderall and waited for the room change date :haha:
i had last laugh though.. ended up with a cool-as-hell roommate and ole-tweaker got really hopped up on speed one night, and having no friends.. he took the heating deal that comes in MREs and but a bunch of them in beer bottles and somehow secured the tops. blew that up in the dorm hallways, cops arrested him and the prick got kicked out of school.
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| Theresa |
I was living in a house that had 4 bedrooms, to which my landlord had the freedom to rent to whomever he wished.
Roomie #1: 25-26 year old stoner. Long hair, always fried, had a permanent butt print on the couch from playing video games.
Came home once to him and his friends topless, drinking beer and being obnoxious. I go into the backyard... there's a ing girl standing there topless giving guys massages. I didn't even know how to respond, so I turned around and went back upstairs.
Came home with my mom and granny to show them my new place. The ENTIRE kitchen table is COVERED in condoms. I dunno WTF that was about, and I was so embarassed.
A couple days later, my landlord calls me, and he asks "did you leave a big mess in the kitchen?" and I dumbfoundedly reply "uhh, no... I think you must be talking about Marius' condoms right?" and he replies "haha, he told me those were yours!" Apparently he brought someone in to see the house, and the condoms were all there and then the doof blamed me!!!
One day I came home and discovered his video game console was gone. Immediately I knew something was wrong. I later found out that he had just moved out and bailed on rent and everything. He had been fired from his job (because he came in stoned and drunk,) and had gotten a paper route, to which he was also fired from (because he lied and said he had a car, to which they assigned him a route that DEMANDED a vehicle - 400+ papers all over the city type deal). He was jobless and couldn't afford to stay, so he escaped one day when I was at work, and no one was around.
Roomie # 2: My own friend.
This was a bad scene. Things were awesome at first; it was like having a sleep over every day, until things started getting a little out of hand.
I was working night shift (11PM - 9AM), and she was working days. She is/was an incredibly social person, so every ing day she HAD to have someone over. The problem was that she didn't seem to give a that I was sleeping.
She would invite people over and they would keep me up all afternoon and evening, and then she would wonder why I was miserable when I got up. Well for sakes, I was averaging about 3 hours sleep a day.
I finally said something and she replied "just because you work night shift doesnt mean I shouldn't be allowed to have a social life." WTF!! Every ing day there was a crowd of people over.
She decided to have a party one time... from about 4 in the afternoon until I got up at 9PM there were people ringing the door bell, opening and closing the door, slamming the bathroom etc. etc. I had maybe slept 2 and a half hours of on again off again 10 minute increments. Needless to say I was so incredibly angry/miserable/tired, I was not a friendly chick.
I got ready for work, and I come down the stairs and there is like 30 people in the house. As I go to walk out the door, a girl stops me and says "Can Chris and I sleep in your room tonight?" I looked at her like she had to be on some serious drugs, and *very* rudely said "Uhh NO!"
you! *I* didn't even get to sleep in my own bed, I'll be damned if you're gonna sleep in it, WITH ANOTHER GUY, while I am not home. YEA RIGHT!!
The worst part was that I knew all the people (because we had common friends,) so I couldn't really be rude to them, or I would be pissing off friends who really weren't at fault.
Resultingly, with getting NO SLEEP WHATSOEVER I got really sick. So, one night I stayed home from work with the flu, and was in the bathroom puking my guts out. Alas, ing moron decides to have another party. So people start arriving, and I am laying on the bathroom floor in a robe, crying because I felt so ty, and looking like some serious ass. Of course, drunks start coming to the bathroom, to find me there worshipping the porcelain god (thanks for letting me keep my dignity bitch).
She finally started redirecting people to the bathroom in the basement.
I couldn't even get up and go downstairs into the kitchen to make myself some soup or whatever because the place was packed with drunken idiots.
After fighting with her constantly about how this needed to stop, at least until I got off night shift, she decided *I* was being unreasonable, and she moved back home with her parents. We haven't really spoken since. Way to destroy a good friendship. Oh, and of course she told all the common friends we had that I was a bitch, and that I just plainly sucked and that was why she left. YARGH.
Roomie #3 - This 40 something old Indian guy. I have no idea why he rented to this man, but wtf? Ok, aside from slowly choking from the reak of his stinky ass food that LITERALLY would wake me up out of my sleep when he was cooking, (no offence, but when you are accustomed to a specific kind of food your entire life, and get thrown into having to smell another food that had an incredibly strong smell, it's a little hard to assimilate), he was also a dousche bag. I guess he had this idea that since he was a man, he didn't need to respect a thing I said, even if I had been living there for about a year and a half longer than his moron ass.
So, the ONLY thing I EVER asked him was to leave the porch light on at night, seeing as I came home after work at around midnight - 1AM. I didn't think this was a very difficult request to abide by.
First few times, it was off, I again politely reminded him to leave it on. No luck.
I taped a huge note on the TV screen. No luck
I taped the switch to on. STILL no luck.
Finally, after about 2-3 weeks of this. I snapped.
I came home at about 3AM one morning. I had a million things in my hand, I am a small girl coming home alone, and I can't even see how to get into my own ing house. I was fuming angry after ALL the effort I had put into POLITELY reminding this to leave the light on.
So, I finally get in. I dump my stuff down and storm to his door. I start pounding on the door and yelling for him to wake up. He comes to the door, totally shocked and confused as he had been asleep... and I totally rip into him.
"I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY ING TIMES I HAVE NEEDED TO ASK YOU TO LEAVE THE GODDAMN LIGHT ON, BUT I HAVE HAD IT!!" etc.etc.
He left it on every night after that until I moved out.
Oh, and the same dousche went into my cupboard, opened up a container I had shoved back in my pantry, and took out a sterling silver spoon from a cutlery set I was saving that had been given to me by my Grandmother, and ing used it because he had used up all the other spoons.
I could have killed him, but instead didn't say anything and just put the set in my room.
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO glad I moved out of there.
Honestly, I had some roomies from hell!!! |
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| nchs09 |
| quote: | Originally posted by Theresa
I was living in a house that had 4 bedrooms, to which my landlord had the freedom to rent to whomever he wished.
Roomie #1: 25-26 year old stoner. Long hair, always fried, had a permanent butt print on the couch from playing video games.
Came home once to him and his friends topless, drinking beer and being obnoxious. I go into the backyard... there's a ing girl standing there topless giving guys massages. I didn't even know how to respond, so I turned around and went back upstairs.
Came home with my mom and granny to show them my new place. The ENTIRE kitchen table is COVERED in condoms. I dunno WTF that was about, and I was so embarassed.
A couple days later, my landlord calls me, and he asks "did you leave a big mess in the kitchen?" and I dumbfoundedly reply "uhh, no... I think you must be talking about Marius' condoms right?" and he replies "haha, he told me those were yours!" Apparently he brought someone in to see the house, and the condoms were all there and then the doof blamed me!!!
One day I came home and discovered his video game console was gone. Immediately I knew something was wrong. I later found out that he had just moved out and bailed on rent and everything. He had been fired from his job (because he came in stoned and drunk,) and had gotten a paper route, to which he was also fired from (because he lied and said he had a car, to which they assigned him a route that DEMANDED a vehicle - 400+ papers all over the city type deal). He was jobless and couldn't afford to stay, so he escaped one day when I was at work, and no one was around.
Roomie # 2: My own friend.
This was a bad scene. Things were awesome at first; it was like having a sleep over every day, until things started getting a little out of hand.
I was working night shift (11PM - 9AM), and she was working days. She is/was an incredibly social person, so every ing day she HAD to have someone over. The problem was that she didn't seem to give a that I was sleeping.
She would invite people over and they would keep me up all afternoon and evening, and then she would wonder why I was miserable when I got up. Well for sakes, I was averaging about 3 hours sleep a day.
I finally said something and she replied "just because you work night shift doesnt mean I shouldn't be allowed to have a social life." WTF!! Every ing day there was a crowd of people over.
She decided to have a party one time... from about 4 in the afternoon until I got up at 9PM there were people ringing the door bell, opening and closing the door, slamming the bathroom etc. etc. I had maybe slept 2 and a half hours of on again off again 10 minute increments. Needless to say I was so incredibly angry/miserable/tired, I was not a friendly chick.
I got ready for work, and I come down the stairs and there is like 30 people in the house. As I go to walk out the door, a girl stops me and says "Can Chris and I sleep in your room tonight?" I looked at her like she had to be on some serious drugs, and *very* rudely said "Uhh NO!"
you! *I* didn't even get to sleep in my own bed, I'll be damned if you're gonna sleep in it, WITH ANOTHER GUY, while I am not home. YEA RIGHT!!
The worst part was that I knew all the people (because we had common friends,) so I couldn't really be rude to them, or I would be pissing off friends who really weren't at fault.
Resultingly, with getting NO SLEEP WHATSOEVER I got really sick. So, one night I stayed home from work with the flu, and was in the bathroom puking my guts out. Alas, ing moron decides to have another party. So people start arriving, and I am laying on the bathroom floor in a robe, crying because I felt so ty, and looking like some serious ass. Of course, drunks start coming to the bathroom, to find me there worshipping the porcelain god (thanks for letting me keep my dignity bitch).
She finally started redirecting people to the bathroom in the basement.
I couldn't even get up and go downstairs into the kitchen to make myself some soup or whatever because the place was packed with drunken idiots.
After fighting with her constantly about how this needed to stop, at least until I got off night shift, she decided *I* was being unreasonable, and she moved back home with her parents. We haven't really spoken since. Way to destroy a good friendship. Oh, and of course she told all the common friends we had that I was a bitch, and that I just plainly sucked and that was why she left. YARGH.
Roomie #3 - This 40 something old Indian guy. I have no idea why he rented to this man, but wtf? Ok, aside from slowly choking from the reak of his stinky ass food that LITERALLY would wake me up out of my sleep when he was cooking, (no offence, but when you are accustomed to a specific kind of food your entire life, and get thrown into having to smell another food that had an incredibly strong smell, it's a little hard to assimilate), he was also a dousche bag. I guess he had this idea that since he was a man, he didn't need to respect a thing I said, even if I had been living there for about a year and a half longer than his moron ass.
So, the ONLY thing I EVER asked him was to leave the porch light on at night, seeing as I came home after work at around midnight - 1AM. I didn't think this was a very difficult request to abide by.
First few times, it was off, I again politely reminded him to leave it on. No luck.
I taped a huge note on the TV screen. No luck
I taped the switch to on. STILL no luck.
Finally, after about 2-3 weeks of this. I snapped.
I came home at about 3AM one morning. I had a million things in my hand, I am a small girl coming home alone, and I can't even see how to get into my own ing house. I was fuming angry after ALL the effort I had put into POLITELY reminding this to leave the light on.
So, I finally get in. I dump my stuff down and storm to his door. I start pounding on the door and yelling for him to wake up. He comes to the door, totally shocked and confused as he had been asleep... and I totally rip into him.
"I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY ING TIMES I HAVE NEEDED TO ASK YOU TO LEAVE THE GODDAMN LIGHT ON, BUT I HAVE HAD IT!!" etc.etc.
He left it on every night after that until I moved out.
Oh, and the same dousche went into my cupboard, opened up a container I had shoved back in my pantry, and took out a sterling silver spoon from a cutlery set I was saving that had been given to me by my Grandmother, and ing used it because he had used up all the other spoons.
I could have killed him, but instead didn't say anything and just put the set in my room.
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO glad I moved out of there.
Honestly, I had some roomies from hell!!! |
you realize the cor cant read that much all @ once right? |
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| Theresa |
| quote: | Originally posted by nchs09
you realize the cor cant read that much all @ once right? |
I know... but they are interesting gossipy stories.
And it felt good to rant about it a little.
LOL! |
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| Groundhog Boy |
| quote: | Originally posted by Theresa
I was living in a house that had 4 bedrooms, to which my landlord had the freedom to rent to whomever he wished. |
This was your first mistake and I have little sympathy because it could have been much worse than the 3 roomies you described.
Just feel lucky you didn't come home to find the old Indian dude sniffing your used panties. |
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| EXTREMUM |
| quote: | Originally posted by nchs09
you realize the cor cant read that much all @ once right? |
I can. What's your excuse? :rolleyes: :p |
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Wouldn't life be easier, being roommates with your own friends? Personally, I wouldn't have it any other way, unless I was living alone.
Discuss... |
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