You're taking a nap (admittedly, early on a Friday evening), when suddenly your housemate (well actually he's your housemate's boyfriend who was going to come for two weeks, but that got changed to a month and a half AFTER you moved in, and he doesn't pay rent, or wash his dishes much) bursts from the room next to yours and shouts in an English accent (he's English) to those at the opposite end of the apartment:

"Shit, what's the line from Pleasantville?"

appartment?

I know, I know, you spell things differently in the colonies.

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So did you know the line or not?

I think it was something like, "omg sex made things color!"

Not exactly in the apt (or in my case, townhouse), but I ran your ebaum's prank on my roommate the other day. After I got my giggle, that bastard went into a yahoo chatroom of the homosexual persuasion and passed my AIM around like candy with messages including "horny as all get out" and "hung like a can of Red Bull".

pahaha!

"hung like a can of Red Bull"

uh, with wings?

Actually it's because a yellowish brown fizzy liquid comes out.

pics k pls thx

Uh no.

But I too took a nap this late afternoon, but for about an hour cause husband called from Indianapolis.

Only thing, I was in such a deep sleep I guess cause when I asked him what time it was and he told me I thought I'd been asleep for 24 hrs and I got really confused and freaked out and felt really strange and couldn't wake up 100%.

It was creepy man. Now I have a headache. And I'm afraid to sleep tonight.

I hate when that happens.

...

My problem is that my hunk apartment is so friggin hot right now. The air is literally thick and chokes my lungs. I can't stand it and will probably have to blend up some iced concoction tonight before bed to fool my internal temp sensors.

No but I had a roommate who consistenly wore my underwear, and wore my pants that were two or three sizes too small for him. He also cleaned his grossly infected toe out in my cooking pots. We nicknamed him Kramer.

My roommate Fr. year of college got an ingrown toenail and left is epsom-salt-infused footwater bucket sitting in the middle of the floor or our tiny dorm room. He also slept all day every day, leaving the room reeking of his sleep breath and unshowered stank.

jesus where do you find these nasty people? haq did you meet these people in the bus station or something?

Filled a room with sleep breath? Couldn't you have funneled some Pine-Sol down his gullet as he slept gape mouthed?

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!

We must have had the same freakin roommate! But I'll add that I caught him spankin it shamelessly, and he and his friends had a fried chicken party and got chicken skin grease all over my bedspread!!!!!!!!!!!!

I prefer Bound, "I can see again!"

"Unshowered stank"

awesome. Pretty much me around 96-97 when i thought that finishing 4 under on PGA golf tour II on SEga genesis would somehow hold the key to life.

Sometimes during my flatmate period I'd be so depressed about going home I'd just get on an all night bus and sit up the back with my walkman on until it was morning and they would all be at work or college.

Never again.

Never had that happen (heh) but...once, when I was at university, a bat was in my kitchen.

I had been drinking a bit (erm, or a lot) and was home listening to music and alone and opened the kitchen door and saw something flutter around. I wasn't sure if wasn't a bird, a giant moth or a bat. But as luck would have it, the neighbors across the hall were sperlunkers (sp? y'know people who go in caves looking for bats). I knocked on their door and told them and they squealed with delight (they were drunk) and said, "be over in a minute". Well, they came over in full sperlunking gear and went into my tiny kitchen. I heard the guy yell, "Awww, look at this lil' dog face" and then I heard CRASH (tons of kitchen implements and glass flying everywhere) as they tried to catch the bat. They caught him and we took him outside and spread his wings...he was quite big. The bat apparently came in through the vent in my kitchen. I don't know where he lives now.

Anyway, that was a buzz kill.

Nope... but I've had a tweeker who lived with us (NOT my choice, my old roommate let the asshole live there), roommates who got us evicted, roommates who stole money from me (and like, a huge sum too), a roommate who was so obsessed with penises and made a GIANT ceramic fountain in the shape of a penis (and he was straight), and man, I could go on and on.

Hence, why I live alone and refuse to have a roommate.



I have this same problem, and I'm one block from the beach... but the air doesn't circulate to my side of the apt. so it's HOT in there. Ugh!