I hated the only housemates I ever had...
...raging alcohol abuse, filthy language and they rarely washed or showed any signs of love for even their closest relatives...so I moved out of my parents place as soon as I could.

Moved into a tiny one bedroom flat and me and the girlfriend went around to see an old couple who were selling a cheap stove.
They took pity on us and gave us a sofa, some rugs and some chairs - all for free. The old couple just asked us to do the same for someone else one day.
My girlfriend moved in with me and it was pure bliss. We owned pretty crappy 'stuff', but it was bliss nonetheless.
We gradually got nicer stuff without ever borrowing any money and now many years on we are doing okay, married, lovely kid, bliss, blah, blah blah.

A young couple came around to buy a bed off us last weekend. Felt sorry for them as they didn't have much cash, just starting out etc, hmm - sounds familiar.
We also had a TV, TV cabinet and a wardrobe that we wanted to sell.
I remembered the kindly old couple and their request that we help someone else someday.



Then I remembered what a tightarse I am and told them to fuck off if they didn't have the money.

Just kidding, we did give them loads of stuff for nicks. But I bet the fuckers sold it all to buy drugs...
(emadex thinks the world will end on, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 15:36, Reply)