What's the worst thing about having a roommate?

Waking up with blood in your underwear and sperm on your chin?

You don't need a roommate to have that happen.

Re: What's the worst thing about having a roommate?

Not being able to get peace and quiet when you want it.

HAving them sell drugs out of your room and beat you up?

I look for Wilhelm to chime in any time now with more....

"Tales of Floyd"

Low blow of the day.

Seriously, I'm beginning to think Devin has a file on most of the Chewers where he stores away every damning thing they have ever said on these forums or in chat. These files would take up, potentially, an entire room and be labeled by person and by topic for easy and quick access.

Either that or a good memory.

I have a good memory for funny stuff.

Waking up without a kidney.

Listen! I can't give it to you now. It says, 'in the event of death.'

You pictured little ol' me beating up Devin. Now that is priceless.

Floyd had to withdraw from school and move out. Doctors think he has Cyclic Vomiting Syndrome.

Last July, right before school started, he followed Phish around the whole country. When he came back and moved in with me, he couldn't eat or drink anything and just puked all the time. The doctors couldn't find anything wrong with him. He withdrew from school and moved home.

He didn't have any problems during spring semester...until mid-April when he drove out to Vegas in the middle of the week to see Phish three nights in a row. When he came back the same thing happend: all puking, no food or water. He was in and out of the hospital and missed class for two weeks but got better in time to take his finals.

He was taking a full class schedule this summer because he's so far behind. Sometime right before class started he went to Atlanta for the weekend with some friends. This time he didn't go see Phish but when he came back he was sick again. This time, his parents decided not to wait it out while he's four hours away from them. He dropped his summer classes and his mom came and picked him up the next day. As far as I know, he's not coming back in the fall.

They think this is something that's going to happen to him every once in a while, but I'm interested to see if he still gets sick when he's not going on these road trips.

Umm.....never being able to have the room to yourself, with or without a female. Walking in on your roommate having sex, due to him not locking the door.

I thought puking as a result of listening to Phish was a natural reaction to an abrasive stimulus.

Roomate having loud and emotional phone conversations with their girlfriends for literally hours without pause.

Foot odor.

Have a roommate have sex with the girl you've been pining for. That was a pretty freakin' awkward. The catching him on the couch, asleep, with a condom on his prick.

Yeah, that was a fun day.

Or how about the night, right after a Christmas party I came home to catch my ex-roommate and my SISTER doing it on the couch. The rat bastard had the nerve to say the next day "How much beer am I going to have to buy you to get you to talk to me again?" Jerk...

It reminding me on a daily basis that house prices are still to high for me to buy one

No kitchen counter space because of all the dirty dishes.

Your roomate washing his newly-found-running-the-streets German Shepard fucking-huge dog in the bathub, plugging up the drain for weeks. And then trying to keep the dog.

Used Q-tips, with enough wax on them to make a small ear-scented candle, laying next to the sink.

Roomates, and their loud, skanky girlfriends, coming over as you're trying to watch the end of Braveheart, only to have them try to start a conversation with you, or talk on the phone as loud as they can so they can hear over the movie.

Hearing Ben Folds when you're trying to watch City of God.

I had a female housemate I shared a bathroom with.

She was vegetarian and never flushed the toilet.

ever.

How's that for a visual?

Having a roommate who used to watch Cinemax porn at 3 am on mute, while masturbating with the fury of a panther.

All while you're trying to sleep.

Then, when you wake up and tell him to stop it...he denies everything doing. Three minutes later, whacka woo whacka hey...it starts all over again.

Oh man. Both of those are big no-nos in my book.

Not being able to cook naked, watch movies naked, clean naked, etc.

For some weird reason I'm visualizing green doodoo.

Tell me about it. My roommate uses every dish/pan/eating utensil in teh house while cooking just for himself. Then leaves the mess behind for me and my other roommate to clean up. Don't get me started when he decides to cook for other people.

My roommate freshman year weighed 120 lbs wet and was always getting taken out by his "friends," the party guys who would get him drunk off a single Mike's Hard Lemonade, only to tire of him and dump him back at the dorms, for me to deal with.

He would rant drunkenly for hours, and I wouldn't be able to get him to shut up and go to sleep.

The next day, he would sleep through his alarm, one of the ones that only plays birds chirping. I was on the top bunk, so I'd have to throw pillows and whatever else was nearby to try to get him to awaken. Finally I'd have to get up, shake him until he was awake, and climb back up to bed, only to realize I was up for good. And I didn't have morning classes whenever this happened. Or I had an hour to waste before I needed to be up.

Don't get me started on his Harry Potter costume, the "novel" he was writing, or his cap guns.

Oh yeah, and he wet the bed every time he got drunk and never did laundry. No fucking way was I bringing a girl back there.

This is the funniest sentence ever constructed by a human being.

What can I say...my ex roommate loved to beat it.

Funny thing is, the girl he used to beat it to the most...well, he's now married to her. It's romantic in that gimp sort of way.

awww...

having your roommate sleep with spanish channel blaring loud enough to hear down the hall (he's Dominican). once you tell him to shut it off because he was sleeping, "naw, man... I love this show! I wasn't sleeping!" so then instead of hearing him snore while Christina talked with male erotic dancers, he'd actually stay up another hour to watch it and laugh his ridiculous laugh only to fall asleep again and repeat process 2-5 times most nights.

Jeff? I had him as a roommate. Did he ever cry?

John? He did this, only he never beat me up. He just got so high off his own supply that he thought he was a ninja. Seriously. He had books on how to be a ninja. Only he was nearly blind and weighed close to 260 lbs. Plus, his ugly ass sister would come over, get drunk and try to fuck every man in the house. Thank God I was never too drunk to give in.

John again, only the opposite. He pined after my ex and nearly lost it when we had one of those accidental, post break-up flings. Tried to convince me she really loved him, even though I could give a shit if she did. Threatened me with ninja magic when that didn't work.

In short, I'm glad I don't have roommates anymore.

Not being able to stroll around in the Nude and not being able to watch your porn/snuff films in the living room.

Paying for bills and telling them to give you money, which takes forever and getting stuck with overdraft charges all the time.

Sorry to hear that about Floyd. I mean, it works out well for you, but CVS doesn't sound like a good syndrome to have.

Not being able to get into the bathroom because you're living with a guy that can spend up to 45 minutes taking a shit. This is especially cool when you're trying to get ready for work.

I don't know about you, but if I spend more than 5 minutes evacuating my bowels, I feel I'm wasting my life.

Not if there is quality literature to be had.

When he likes to call himself the "Ether Bunny" and brags about leaving his eggs in your basket.

There are lots of other rooms to read in.

*Bristles*

My roomate for the past year was fine at first, but has slowly started to grate on my nerves for:

-Not stopping with the annoying whistling or off key singing when i'm trying to sleep

-Playing love songs (or anything by the Rasmus) whenever he's talking to his gf (a friend of mine) so loud you could hear it from across the street. I now hate Elvis thanks to him.

-Getting on my case for having a messy room when his is much worse (he actually turned my room inside out looking for something when I was away for a month and never cleaned up, so i came back to a major mess)

-Preferring to download movies instead of going out to the movie theaters (despite me trying to drag him out, reasoning that it's cheaper to download flicks than going to the movies "10 times a month")

-Whenever his gf comes to visit, they have at least one apartment wrecking fight for the dumbest reasons (which actually made several of their own mutual friends dislike them because of their behaviour) and then are perfectly fine the next morning despite the cops almost being called in by the other tenants (their last one was the reason I moved out)

Beat that

But it's so comfortable to read in the special room. On top of, usually one can read uninterrupted while sitting on that throne of thrones. As a matter of fact I have 3 books sitting in the bathroom right now. In various stages of reading.

I guess you could say those books entertained the shit out of you.

how about roomates rocking out after a show at 5am and un-ending loud rocknroll all day and night with only but a re-run simpsons' break
and there is no sleep due to the dexedrin fixes....

rent no paid, lights out with a sub-$200 reconnect fee, and who knows when the the water bill people will get hip....

not to mention the whole being the only straight and uninterested in the local hags thing...
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nope... i can't see anyone whining as justifiably as me until the 1st.....