matt, a.k.a the crack-smoking twunt from nebraskaFOAF;i let him kip in my spare room 'for a few weeks'.....turned into a few months,no surprise there.filthiest creature i've ever seen.he worked in a mexican restaurant and came home every night smelling of deep-fried fat when he didn't stumble home smelling of cheap beer.left used condoms lying around.the cat pissed on his mattress...and he didn't chuck it out!i never knew him to wash the 2 pairs of pants/socks and 3 shirts he owned;i'm not sure if he even owned any undergarments.he'd sit up late at night,playing video games and drinking,which is fine on weekends,but not at 4 am on a weekday.used to get in fights for the hell of it.i kicked him out when i found out he'd taken to smoking crack;after that,he began stalking my then-future husband's housemate.she'd pass out drunk,blaring dreadful,screamy hardcore music and would naturally have locked the door prior to blacking out in a pool of her own vomit. in her favour,however,she was a great cook and very pleasant when sober. the only great thing about matt the twunt was the morning we woke up to find him unconcious on the floor,surrounded by empty beer cans.....with a half-full beer balanced perfectly on his drowsing chest.it stayed there until he came to some time later. he wasn't as bad as a girl a mate of mine roomed with at uni.aside from being a little creepy,we suspected she had a drug problem.suspicions were confirmed when my mate went off on holiday and came back to find that creepy girl had sold *everything* in the house and skipped out,leaving the empty flat littered with drug paraphenalia.the police did manage to track her down.
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