Random post jogs previously erased memory and returns stuff best left forgotten
Reading down and seeing the story about the guy taking a shit in the flatmate's room reminds me of a flatmate who once was so fucked after a weekend bender, he decided it made more sense to shit on a newspaper in his room and then throw it out when he felt better than to use the toilet. So, he gets up, walks _past_ the toilet into the kitchen, gets a newspaper, walks back past the toilet again, spreads the paper on the floor, duly shits in it, stands up to admire his handiwork, somehow manages to slip (go figure) and lands on his side in the hot fresh chud.

We also came home one day to find him unconscious in the porn cupboard after reaching up to get something and it falling and braining him. Out for the count, and covered in scud from head to toe.

Then (christ, how could I forget this) there were the usual characters who float in and out of any houseshare - South African Steve was my particular favourite, turning up one day when I was on my own to show me a semi automatic he was going to sell to someone in Possil, bullets and all.

I moved out shortly afterwards.
(mymilkshakebringsallthemongstotheyard poison hearts, poison minds - joining hate, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 19:14, Reply)