I lived with a small chap when a student.
Who:

Had breath that generally smelt like a dead hedgehog (probably due to the classic morning routine of 1.Wake up 2. Put on same clothes as last 10 days 3. Leave house - no toothbrushing, nothing)

Was extrememly tight with money even though by far the most wealthy of the household (wearing swimming trunks designed for 9-12 year olds* as underwear when pants had gone past wearable point, rather than ever buying new underwear.) We'd all been buying drinks for him out our overdrafts for 2 years before realising he was a rich little sod.

Hid his porn on discs labelled as various indie bands albums - I only wanted to listen to Blur and got an eyeful of anal insertions instead. Ah well.

He had a tea towel from his primary school days where all the kids would draw a picture of themselves, and then the school would get it all printed on a lovely souvenir tea-towel for parents to purchase. We were 98% sure he was using this to wipe his cock after masturbation, possibly a bit weird.

Had awesome lengthy noisy sex with his similarily pasty girlfiend who made the noises of an uninspired car alarm.

Was best friends with someone who come to think of it looked a lot like the 'man who looks like a thumb' - who shows his 'skills' of eating about 6 double cheeseburgers in under a minute. Sweaty Manboobs indeed.

*Swimming trunks were his own from when he was 9-12 years old, I was not implying he stole childrens underwear for his own sick purposes. he wasn't that bad.

He had a good heart, He was just a bit of a fucking geek.
(Pat_Gash, Fri 27 Feb 2009, 16:11, 1 reply)

Car
This gets a click purely for the description of the girlfriend.

"made the noises of an uninspired car alarm"

Made me laugh.
(calamarain just invented dehydrated water, Sat 28 Feb 2009, 12:23, closed)