Student house,
blah blah, nowhere near as bad as many already described on here. It got cleaned, sometimes, and the washing up pile never got too high. But, the grill. Oh, the grill was never cleaned, just covered with another sheet of foil.
So, the inevitable happened, and it caught fire. Whilst my perma-stoned housemate was using it.
What would you do, in this situation? Dump it in the sink? Cover it with a wet towel? No, he picked it up by the handle, and bought it into the lounge.
Bless him, he did look confused.

Oh, and his room (right next to mine) stank. Once he'd moved out, I ventured in, curious as to the source. He'd been sick, down the back of the radiator. Lovely.

The lounge was pretty ripe, too, but that'd be the smoke-infused curtains.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 3 Feb 2012, 13:26, 1 reply)

I have spent the last couple of days chewing back the boke from some of these posts...

Christ on a motherfucking unicycle.

I'm almost hoping that my pale face and pained expression will get me sent home early from work...fat chance.

It feels so wrong to click these...so very wrong.
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Fri 3 Feb 2012, 16:53, closed)