I'm luckyand have never really had any nasty flatmates. Unfortunately I think I was always the worst one in my student houses.
This usually involved alcohol and me needing to be looked after by other people (yeah yeah, I know - what a surpise!).
Anyway, I would regularly get pissed, come home and watch telly loudly whilst shouting random obscenities at it. Usually I'd be ranting about a completely different programme to whatever I was watching.
I threw up in the lounge a few times too - once was after drinking a few bottles of red wine. Definitely not pleasant. Also the first time I threw up in there I decided it'd be a good idea to clean it up using the hoover. Even now, the hoover probably stinks of puke everytime it's used...
Another time my housemate and his best mate came home from a club to find a 'dead body' in our front garden. I'd failed to manage to work my key into the door and decided to sleep underneath my bedroom window. My friends then had to carry me into the house after, unfortunately, waking me up - causing me to hurl abuse at the top of my lungs.
In other situations it was not unknown for me to wake housemates at similar times of the morning repeatedly tapping my key against the door because I kept missing the keyhole.
There was also the time I walked into my (female) housemate's room in the middle of the night because I forgot where I was and walked to where my room was at my parents. Fortunately, I managed to realise my mistake before things got too serious...
I'm sure I did more than this, but that's all I can really remember off the top of my head. Like I say - wasn't a flatmate from hell, more of an irritating bastard.
(This usually involved alcohol and me needing to be looked after by other people (yeah yeah, I know - what a surpise!).
Anyway, I would regularly get pissed, come home and watch telly loudly whilst shouting random obscenities at it. Usually I'd be ranting about a completely different programme to whatever I was watching.
I threw up in the lounge a few times too - once was after drinking a few bottles of red wine. Definitely not pleasant. Also the first time I threw up in there I decided it'd be a good idea to clean it up using the hoover. Even now, the hoover probably stinks of puke everytime it's used...
Another time my housemate and his best mate came home from a club to find a 'dead body' in our front garden. I'd failed to manage to work my key into the door and decided to sleep underneath my bedroom window. My friends then had to carry me into the house after, unfortunately, waking me up - causing me to hurl abuse at the top of my lungs.
In other situations it was not unknown for me to wake housemates at similar times of the morning repeatedly tapping my key against the door because I kept missing the keyhole.
There was also the time I walked into my (female) housemate's room in the middle of the night because I forgot where I was and walked to where my room was at my parents. Fortunately, I managed to realise my mistake before things got too serious...
I'm sure I did more than this, but that's all I can really remember off the top of my head. Like I say - wasn't a flatmate from hell, more of an irritating bastard.
Ijon Tichy,
Tue 18 Nov 2003, 7:27,
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hahacleaning sick up with a hoover. I like that :)
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beefandcheese,
Tue 18 Nov 2003, 23:44,
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If only it was a DysonYou could watch it whizz reound and mix with all the other carpet crud to make a 'lovely' puke and fluff smoothie!
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Cheeky Boy! loves horses...,
Wed 19 Nov 2003, 14:05,
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