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Worst roommate you ever had? (pg. 2)
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| Lira |
| quote: | Originally posted by Intellekshual
The quote was attributed to Benjamin Franklin, Einstein, Mark Twain and Rita Mae Brown (my money is on her).. or it could very well be an ancient Chinese proverb.  |
You're absolutely right: She even attributes this to one character (?) called Jane Fulton. No relationship with Jane Fulton Alt apparent.
Also, no way a scientist would ever say such a thing (so Einstein and Franklin are clearly out): we're masters of doing the same thing expecting different results :p |
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| pkcRAISTLIN |
i lived with a chick that started cutting herself and self medicating with all kinds of . she was a selfish bitch before she went crazy and then just took it to a whole other level. certainly i stopped feeling bad about the time me and my best made left our semen on her clothes (separately stu) coz she was such a selfish bitch.
she moved into the psych ward at the hospital and i told her she wouldn't be coming back home. |
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| FuzzQi |
| quote: | Originally posted by keddo
So yeah, i have a story i wrote up on a guy that i used to have as a roommate. He peed in the milk, dragged all the toothbrushes in his ars e.t.c before he got evicted. A english, vain, med-study he was aswell. Will see if i can find it. In the meanwhile read this:
Jed roommate
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I remember that story from like 2003 :crazy: |
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| Spam |
Had a roommate who started out as a chilled-out, responsible dude, albeit a pretty heavy stoner.
The way the house was set up was dude in the basement, dude in the master bed room, and dude in the 2 smaller rooms down the hall.
About 6 months after moving in, set up 2 grow rooms in his second room, and started growing weed in the house. Bought a shroom kit and started growing shrooms as well. Knocked an approximately one-foot hole in the wall for aeration of his plants.
He started eating shrooms daily (likely up to an ounce or more every day) and turned into a giant hippy. He stopped buying clothes (had a plastic bag for a belt), and was eating only shrooms, hemp seeds and $1.50/bag perogis (sp). Eventually spent all his free time watching conspiracy theory videos on youtube, which led to him preaching the "gospel" to every.single.person that we brought over to the house. He would often get into loud, obnoxious arguments with our guests who weren't arguing with him about the theories, but just wanted him to shut the hell up.
Common occurrences included him talking and moving like a robot while telling the room about his latest conspiracy theory. Eating perogies with ketchup, and attempting to steal every single girlfriend that came over to the house by proclaiming his ability to "cum in 30 seconds, or 3 hours, whatever you want babe." |
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| DJ Itchy Tits |
| rented a room once in a plush hollywood hills pad. about three weeks into my stay some severely depressed guy moves in. doesn't do all day but smoke and look somber. he didnt do anything but door didnt have a lock so used to tie a rope to thedoor handle to a shelf to warn me if someone opened it in the middle of the night. gotthehelloutofthere.jpg |
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| Sushipunk |
| quote: | Originally posted by pkcRAISTLIN
(separately stu) |
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| aquila |
| quote: | Originally posted by zyklon-jay
My ex. She had a great rack but was messy as . |
nothing quite like a woman who leaves used sanitary products lying around |
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| Sushipunk |
Some of my housemate stories from past threads:
| quote: | Originally posted by Sushipunk
Ah yes. Nothing like the Jekyll and Hyde type of flatmates 
I was 19 and moved into a random share house in Toowong. Lovely folk living there, just lovely.
Two weeks later, I now know that the two girls living there are HARDCORE christians. I don't have too much of an issue with that, but they were bordering on fundamentalist type behaviour, which at 19 I guess I wasn't really...errr...prepared for.
They were, however, the least of my worries.
It was a student share house. The (smart) guy, that moved out just before I moved in, was the TV owner. Me, being wicked cool, had a 34cm TV (hahahaha YES! A full 13.39 inches!) to offer the household.
One of my flatmates, the chilled relaxed Irish guy, would always chill on the deck, sometimes with us all, playing guitar, singing along to stuff. All kinds of stuff. It was great.
He could get a bit 'erratic' though.
Like the time, while all 4 other house members were sitting watching [my] TV. Some show, probably crap, but damn...we were watching it. Not at a loud volume either.
Next thing you know, he runs (I am NOT exaggerating, he ing ran) into the room, shouted various obscenities at us, grabbed my ing TV and threw it out the door. Threw. Out the door. I have to at least concede that it was a good throw too, it went a good 10 meters and basically turned to upon it's landing.
And he was angry at US :wtf:
I mean, what do you really say to that? Especially since he RAN away after it. Yes, RAN.
Only later, about 2 months after the household broke up (who would have guessed :wtf: ) that I found out from some of the Irish guy's friends, and one of my other flatmates, that he was a heroin junky. He used to regularly go to Albert Park (at one time a prominent hang out for gay guys looking for male prostitutes) and sell his arse for smack money.
The 'erratic' behaviour finally made sense.
RIP, my poor TV :( |
| quote: | Originally posted by Sushipunk
Oooh, that reminds me of my flatmate Chuck.
Chuck was one of the guys I lived with in the acid party house when I was 17/18. The only thing he ever had in his kitchen cupboard was rice. And it was the same bag of rice the entire time. All he ate was junk food and take-out. Somehow he remained as skinny as a twig, too (though I was to later find out that he had a pretty healthy amphetamine habit, which probably helped). He never drank, either. Said "it made him into a bad person".
Out of all of us, he was the only one with a car. We had a tin in the kitchen where everyone would put their rent, and on rent day someone would take it into the real estate agents. Due to having the car, this task mostly fell on Chuck. Up until the last 3 months of the lease, that is.
He lost his job, but didn't tell us. So, instead of taking the rent in, he just kept it. All of it. The funny part is that the real estate people never even called us to let us know that no rent hadn't been paid in 3 months, until like 2 weeks before we moved out. We confronted Chuck, and he still denied it, blaming it on a computer error in the real estate agency. We ing knew, though
We pretty much bailed on the house and the rent, and lost the bond on the place. I felt bad at the time because the lease was in the name of an ex-flatmate who was overseas at the time of all this, and he came back home to find his name blacklisted for rentals in Brisbane. He turned out to be a total though, so I'm LOLing now. At a later stage when I was living with him, he once threatened me with a knife over a disagreement about Grand Theft Auto (the game). ing loser
Chuck is now dead, incedentally. He had a cardiac arrhythmia, apparently, and died of a heart attack while smoking a bong. |
| quote: | Originally posted by Sushipunk
Thankfully, I've never had a bad trip before.
My friend had a pretty swell time though. At some point about 3 hours into the trip, she completely 'forgot' (???) that she was human, and didn't know that other people around were human either. She lost all language skills (both the ability to communicate and the ability understand that others were trying to communicate with her), and for a while lost nearly all motor skills as well. She couldn't walk, or move, or anything. This lasted for 9+ hours, when she broke the silence with "Who are you guys?". It took her another 2 hours to remember who we were, and what was going on.
She never took acid again after that, lol.
I double dosed the same acid that night too :wtf: I guess it effects different people in completely different ways. |
| quote: | Originally posted by Sushipunk
The house I moved into after that, in Red Hill, I was the only straight guy out of the 4 guys living there. Came home late from Uni/drinking one night and there were about 10 naked guys (including the 3 I lived with) in the living room, all ing/blowing/etc. each other :wtf:
"Uhhh, , sorry. I... Ummm, think I'll hang out in my room..." |
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| Chris Crossland |
First roommate I had in Japan. The **** would turn the lights on while I was sleeping and play his ty guitar. Well, try and play, he was learning.
What a ****. I hated him so much I told him to get ed and ended up moving to another room. So it all worked out. |
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| FuzzQi |
rofl @ stu's housemate stories.. Again. :p
My current flatmate (brother's gf) came home one night with a friend of mine completely smashed. I got out of bed to unlock the door for them and then went back to bed listening to them carrying on in the dining room. Then the girls went for a run in the rain.
My brother came in a short while later and asked me to come look at the dining room. The entire floor was covered in french fries and one of our dining table chairs was covered in this ice cream milk shake.
Apart from that one incident and her cat that destroys all my property she's pretty cool. And my brother is fine to live with. |
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| Sushipunk |
A new one for you guys then :p
In the acid party house I lived in when I was 17-18, the guy who held the lease was a bit of a cockhead. Short, skinny, blunt to the point of stupidity, and just an annoying prick in general (he got screwed over later, by another house member, see the Chuck story in my previous post).
We went through a few housemates in this place, but the first lot was me, annoying guy, and 2 Norwegian guys. In the first 2 weeks, one of the Norwegian guys spent nearly all his semester's grant money at a strip club in the city, and then had to sponge off the other guy for the remaining time :stongue:
The other Norwegian guy REALLY didn't like the annoying guy. They'd have words all the time, and nearly get into fights.
Now, we had an outdoor covered area at the back, and the 'centerpiece' of the room was this huge wax candle structure we had made over a few months. Basically, it started as a few bottles on a board with candles stuck in them, and the wax dripped down all over the place. We'd melt crayons into the tops of the candles to colour them all sorts of colours. Looked really rad. Yes, we were all stoners :p
Anyway, one night I got home from Uni and saw the second Norwegian guy tinkering with the candle structure. I didn't really think anything of it, and went upstairs to to put my bag and in my room. Back downstairs I went, to see the Norwegian guy was sitting across the room now, and that the annoying guy was at the candles, tending them with a piece of wire, like we often did. One of the candles didn't seem to be burning properly and was giving off some weird sparks. Annoying guy leans right in to inspect the problem.
BANG!
Norwegian guy had melted a small firecracker into the candle, and it just exploded hot, molten wax into annoying guys face :stongue: He (Norwegian guy) was just sitting there across the room, howling with laughter, while I stood there trying to figure out what the had just happened.
Annoying guy went completely psycho, grabbed a wooden chair and tried to smash the Norwegian guy with it. Bad move on his part. Norwegian guy kicked his ass in a matter of moments, until the rest of us broke the fight up. Even our speed-freak neighbors came over to find out what the hell was going on, from the bang and all the shouting :stongue: |
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