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Catch21 says "I go out of my way to make life hell for my shitty middle-class housemates who go running to the landlord every time I break wind". Weird housemates are the gift that keep on giving - tell us about yours.

(, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 13:28)
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I used to share a place with a man who I can only describe as the child of Satan
He was absolutely fucking mental.

If I as much as breathed too loudly he’d offer me new and interesting ways to a slow but certain death. And the scary thing was I knew he’d follow through with the threat. He was a complete fucking lunatic. I spent my days trying to figure out how the hell to get out of the situation I’d gotten myself into. But due to circumstance out of my control I knew I was stuck living with him for a while yet. I heard from one of my friends that one time he actually stabbed someone in the neck because they were “looking at him funny,” while he was eating. I was more and more scared with every passing day. I was shaking, I was a fucking nervous wreck.

It didn’t help that our place was fucking tiny either. Hardly enough room to swing a cat. He just seemed to be constantly in my face, flexing his muscles and showing me his tattoos. It was only afterwards I learned that many of them were extolling his support of far right groups. He was fifteen stone of race hate and he wouldn’t let me as much as fart without threatening to rip my arms off.

Fuck me, it was a real mistake ever ending up in this place with him.

Thankfully, I only had to put up with this raging psychopath for a couple of months. After this the authorities turned up unexpectedly and carted him away. It wasn’t such a suprise, really. He was always getting into trouble, he told me once he’d killed a man and I very nearly shat myself. He went kicking and screaming though,, he even punched one of them out, dropped the poor fucker like a stone. I just cowered in a corner trying to blend into the wall. Thankfully they left me alone and fucked off. It took five big strong men to cart this cunt off. He even bit one of them on the arm as he went, drawing blood and a piercing shriek of pain.

I moved out shortly after with the help of a few good friends.

Don’t ever end up in San Quentin State Penitentiary.

The room mates are a fucking nightmare.
(, Fri 27 Feb 2009, 11:05, 5 replies)
again
You had me up to the last line.
(, Fri 27 Feb 2009, 11:14, closed)
Another great post
Spanky!
(, Fri 27 Feb 2009, 12:12, closed)
oh Spanky
So many clicks in such a short a time.
(, Fri 27 Feb 2009, 12:17, closed)
Great
just fuckin great - clicks
(, Fri 27 Feb 2009, 12:29, closed)
Gah
I like it, but I just don't get it :O
Still, click.
(, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 15:42, closed)

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