
I once had a flatmate who was so lazy he had a fungus growing in a cup in his bedroom - it was white and whispy so he nicknamed it "Albert". Tell us your tale of living with the disturbed, the odd, the fragile and the downright filthy.
( , Thu 12 Mar 2015, 17:40)
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then, the landlord built a new place smack next door, and moved most of the shitter tenants in there instead.
That was ok for the most part, but the guy hadn't taken the keys of our place off them, so every so often they'd come over to our place and shit it all up for a while. This obviously meant that a few of the more fun guys ended up moving out and the generally fun nature of the place went into decline.
A few people complained to the landlord, but the guys next door realised they were pushing buttons and also realised that the landlord was pretty innefectual at resolving any conflicts, so the whole situation got steadily worse until even the easy going guys in the orginal place were continually sniping at each other.
Occupancy of both places steadily dwindled until this place died on its arse.
( , Fri 13 Mar 2015, 7:57, 10 replies)

There there, micto, there there.
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( , Fri 13 Mar 2015, 8:41, closed)

Heavy floods of tears
fills his victims full of fear
Running as fast as they can
Iron Man cries again
( , Fri 13 Mar 2015, 9:30, closed)
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