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post #31 of 48
I guess I've been fairly lucky in the roommate game, had a single room in residence in my first year at uni and then had decent roommate for the rest of it. Some of these stories are just horrifying.

Not really horror stories, but in the first house I lived in I came back from the bar one night to find my entire room moved into a different room in the house. Can't say I was pissed, they actually set it up pretty nice.
post #32 of 48
I used to use my roommate's shampoo in an effort to save money by conserving my own. It was right there in the shower, so it's not like he'd know unless he had a camera hidden in there.
post #33 of 48
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Originally Posted by mafoofan View Post
All my partying and drug use was distracting from his academic career.
Foo, this is sig worthy!
post #34 of 48
One of my roommates during college practically lived with his girlfriend, which necessarilly isn't a bad thing except for the fact that they had loud ass sex. I remember when I was studying for my final and I could hear them thumping around next door. Not only was it awkward, I could hear them baby talking through the wall. Damn, when they fought that... shit got crazy. I walked into his room once and that dude had a dent the size of a big ass text book in the wall form where he slammed his chair against the wall. Of course, being the considerate guy that he is... he also chain smoked 3 packs of cigarettes for the rest of the night. They would never do the dishes nor throw away stuff. At the time, I myself had a girlfriend so I wasn't necessarily spending all of my time at my place. I came home once to find maggots and fruit flies all over the sink because they didn't throw away the food that was clogging up the sink. Shit was disgusting. It was oozing with bacteria and mold.
post #35 of 48
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Originally Posted by JohnGalt View Post

Those of you who have been following my sf posting career may remember some even more dramatic/ridiculous stories involving said girlfriend.
post #36 of 48
I recall only one occasion befitting this thread: on the night before a final exam in some law class or other, my roommate chose to invite his friends over for a drink/game of poker. They ended up blasting music and/or video games, drinking 75% of my bottle of Remy XO, throwing chairs out the window and smashing glasses on the wood floor (and proceeding to walk on the smashed glass, in a rented apartment, no less) before finally clearing out at about 4AM.

I didn't see my roommate for about 2 days after that, but when he came back he apologised profusely, and was the ideal roommate for the next 18 months. But that one night I was ready to strangle him.
post #37 of 48
I spent about six months living with a professional chef who also grew his own marijuana in some bushland near our house. He cooked great meals, but he did have one irritating trait - he would leave bundles of marijuana sitting around the house. I came home from work one evening and, walking in to the toilet, found a large bundle of just-plucked buds sitting on the windowsill. He had evidently been down the bush picking his crop, had come home, gone to the toilet and then entirely forgotten about the crop (perhaps not surprising, given that he consumed a lot of the stuff that he picked!). Still, apart from his habit of absent-mindedly leaving illegal substances lying around the house, he was a good housemate. Interestingly, he used to dry-fry the buds in an electric frypan on low heat before bagging them up. I never tried his crop (never tried anything like that, rather like the Foo), but he assured me that it was a good technique.
post #38 of 48
post #39 of 48
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Originally Posted by Journeyman View Post
I spent about six months living with a professional chef who also grew his own marijuana in some bushland near our house.

He cooked great meals, but he did have one irritating trait - he would leave bundles of marijuana sitting around the house. I came home from work one evening and, walking in to the toilet, found a large bundle of just-plucked buds sitting on the windowsill. He had evidently been down the bush picking his crop, had come home, gone to the toilet and then entirely forgotten about the crop (perhaps not surprising, given that he consumed a lot of the stuff that he picked!).

Still, apart from his habit of absent-mindedly leaving illegal substances lying around the house, he was a good housemate.

Interestingly, he used to dry-fry the buds in an electric frypan on low heat before bagging them up. I never tried his crop (never tried anything like that, rather like the Foo), but he assured me that it was a good technique.
i would love to live with this dude
post #40 of 48
Freshman year I was in a two-room suite with six people. Four of the other suitemates were very easy-going, but one of them was a dominant personality like myself so we definitely butted heads a lot. After about a month he decided to start dealing weed out of the room and everything went down hill from there. He started bringing in swords and knives (hacked up most of the furniture in the suite), blasted his shitty music (paper planes remix ft. Lil Wayne about 10 times a day -- I'm not exaggerating) so loud or furniture would all rattle, had parties during the week until about four in the morning, and after he lost his keys would just go out my door and leave it open just in case anyone wanted to steal shit from our room. It kind of culminated in him threatening to kill me with his samurai sword (he was asian so that was funny) and me almost coming to blows with him and explaining that I had friends who would make him not want to do that. After that episode the cops were called by who knows whoever heard it, they arrested him on drug factory, possession, public disturbance, threatening, and weapons charges and he was eventually sentenced to two years in prison (court still has restraining orders against him for all the roommates).

But on top of that, the day after he made bail he was arrested again for going like 80 in a 25 with weed in the car and about a month after that once he had been officially kicked out of school and wasn't allowed back on campus he was caught buying a 30 pack of beer (with a fake ID) at a liquor store right across from our campus police station. Not the sharpest tool in the shed.
post #41 of 48
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Originally Posted by RyJ Maduro View Post
One of my housemates peeled the Vineyard Vines stickers off my pong table because he "didn't want pink whales" on a table in "his" house. He also dumped a ton of empty natty cans on my floor, basically for no reason.
i agree. pink whaels are gey. NATTY CANS ROOL PLEDGE GAMMA ALPHA UPSILON!!!!
post #42 of 48
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Originally Posted by Journeyman View Post
I spent about six months living with a professional chef who also grew his own marijuana in some bushland near our house.

He cooked great meals, but he did have one irritating trait - he would leave bundles of marijuana sitting around the house. I came home from work one evening and, walking in to the toilet, found a large bundle of just-plucked buds sitting on the windowsill. He had evidently been down the bush picking his crop, had come home, gone to the toilet and then entirely forgotten about the crop (perhaps not surprising, given that he consumed a lot of the stuff that he picked!).

Still, apart from his habit of absent-mindedly leaving illegal substances lying around the house, he was a good housemate.

Interestingly, he used to dry-fry the buds in an electric frypan on low heat before bagging them up. I never tried his crop (never tried anything like that, rather like the Foo), but he assured me that it was a good technique.

This sounds like the BEST ROOMMATE EVER.
post #43 of 48
freshman year, it was 5 girls in 2 rooms with an adjoining bathroom area and living area. one of my roommates had a friend come stay with us a few days. this girl was a childhood friend of the roommate, and she apparently had some mental problems although we didn't know this beforehand. i never saw her sleep once. i generally stayed up later than all my other roommates, and at night i'd hear the friend in the living room area all night with the tv on, talking to it(?) or possibly herself. one day she wandered off for several hours and nobody knew where she went and she came back with some rocks and placed them under our pillows. one night we were sleeping, and were suddenly woken by the girl coming into our room. she yelled something and threw wet leaves around the room.

we later found out she had spent some time in a psychiatric institution.
post #44 of 48
I have the ultimate roommate horror story, but it'll take me awhile to type out, so for another day I guess. =\\
post #45 of 48
^you can't leave us hanging like that
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