My current flatmateseems to hate fresh air. Every time I open the window she dashes to close it right away, screaming at me that she's going to get sick because of the cold air. Out flat has no air conditioning so the only way to get some fresh air is to open the window. Most of the time our flat is hot as hell and the air could be cut by a knife.
She's also into making deco's, so there's glitter everywhere. When I had a flue, I found glitter in my cough mixture.
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Mon 17 Nov 2003, 20:48,
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She's also into making deco's, so there's glitter everywhere. When I had a flue, I found glitter in my cough mixture.
Hmmwhen my friends shaired my room in halls of residence one night after a party, 2 of them ran out in their nightwear jumping on any guy in my block that when past.
No wonder there too scared to talk to me...
(No wonder there too scared to talk to me...
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Mon 17 Nov 2003, 20:55,
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All Chinese students are insomniacs100% fact. Last year there were two Chinese guys in our halls of residence and neither of them slept much, though when they did it was torture for the guys next door because they snored like braking trains. The guy who lives next door to me now is worse though- he and his friends have no concept of time. So his mates will come to the front of the building (we're on the third floor) and shout for him to come to the window, and then they'll have a shouting 'conversation' in Cantonese. At 7am. We've asked him not to, but bless him, he doesn't understand.
The Chinese guys were otherwise OK except for the fact they will set fire to the kitchen on a regular basis. And they will nick your stuff out of the kitchen if you let them. But that's not as bad as the stoner we lived with last year. He was from Shrewsbury, which in my experience is the coldest place in the world (though I never dare to venture outside the train station). I was once up at 6am to go mountaineering, and I went into the kitchen for breakfast, and he's in there. So we have a normal conversation, I'm sitting at the table eating my Rice Krispies and he's standing talking to me, and after a minute or two I noticed something on the table that had been there the whole time but I hadn't paid attention to. It was the biggest bag of hash you've ever seen. From then on we knew he was just going to be a stoner, and a smelly, lazy and dumb one at that, which gave us (or rather, my more evil Scouse flatmates) some good excuses to play pranks on him. But there's already been a good thread on that subject.....
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Mon 17 Nov 2003, 21:49,
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The Chinese guys were otherwise OK except for the fact they will set fire to the kitchen on a regular basis. And they will nick your stuff out of the kitchen if you let them. But that's not as bad as the stoner we lived with last year. He was from Shrewsbury, which in my experience is the coldest place in the world (though I never dare to venture outside the train station). I was once up at 6am to go mountaineering, and I went into the kitchen for breakfast, and he's in there. So we have a normal conversation, I'm sitting at the table eating my Rice Krispies and he's standing talking to me, and after a minute or two I noticed something on the table that had been there the whole time but I hadn't paid attention to. It was the biggest bag of hash you've ever seen. From then on we knew he was just going to be a stoner, and a smelly, lazy and dumb one at that, which gave us (or rather, my more evil Scouse flatmates) some good excuses to play pranks on him. But there's already been a good thread on that subject.....
Ahhh.... the scouse stoner baitingwell some tricks will work on a stoner that won't work on an ordinary member of the human race. For example- covering his doorway with newspaper. Every day for a week. Also, setting water-bomb traps for whenever he opended his door. And soaping the lino corridor to turn it into a skate rink. There was also a dor halfway along the corridor that stoner boy had to pass through when he went to leave his pipe-clogging hairs in the shower. So we'd lock it and sit in the kitchen watching TV for an hour or two, whilst he just whined in his yellow bathrobe.
Now these pranks wouldn't be so grat if they were played on a normal person, but they're worth it just to watch the reactions of a stoner boy. Like when he rips through the newspaper barrier over his door like the Incredible Hulk and then collapses into the giggles. Or when you throw water bombs at him, so he goes to the shop and gets some to avenge, but you go out on the piss for the night and find him asleep in the kitchen with a cache of fully loaded water bombs (guess what happens next....)
Ahhh..... sometimes I wonder if I wasted my life. And then I wonder what I'd be like if I was Stoner Boy. Ha Ha Ha...
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Fri 21 Nov 2003, 23:36,
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Now these pranks wouldn't be so grat if they were played on a normal person, but they're worth it just to watch the reactions of a stoner boy. Like when he rips through the newspaper barrier over his door like the Incredible Hulk and then collapses into the giggles. Or when you throw water bombs at him, so he goes to the shop and gets some to avenge, but you go out on the piss for the night and find him asleep in the kitchen with a cache of fully loaded water bombs (guess what happens next....)
Ahhh..... sometimes I wonder if I wasted my life. And then I wonder what I'd be like if I was Stoner Boy. Ha Ha Ha...