Filthy bastards
Not me, but my friend. She lived in a flat with a guy called Joel during her first year at university. Joel was a bit strange. He was a vegetarian, which would've been fine if he didn't give you a dirty look if you dared to eat a meat pie in his presence. Also, while a lot of vegetarians take the time to learn some interesting vege recipes, Joel simply took normal recipes and removed the meat - best one must've been his lasagne, which was just tomato sauce and soggy pasta (didn't eat it, just got told about it).

But what took the cake was the wanking. Whenever he was having a wrist session, his door would be locked. This was in the dial-up days so my friend would often end up yanking out his cord so she could use the phone. He could be at it for hours and, even though he said he was just working on essays, it was obvious to all he was having a tug.

He'd even lock himself in if he had friends over, the dirty sod. I always wondered how he could excuse himself to go for a hand shandy.

Also, a flat I lived in used to have an ever-changing roster of Japanese people renting out one of the upstairs rooms. They'd always entertain a group of about 10+ friends up in their room. We'd only see them if they were making food, using the toilet or leaving in the morning. We never heard any sex noise, yet it was obvious that they were all crashing up there. Might not sound like much, but it used to weird me right out. That, and Toru the timid banker, who used to peek at the girls when they were having a shower.
(ElGranto, Fri 27 Feb 2009, 0:40, Reply)