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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On the Monday after a particularly heavy weekend, Alistair was not having a good one. I came back home from work to find an upended can of beans, with some carefully placed bread triangles around. "Al, what is that?", I asked. "It's for the birds!", he said as he ate his muesli from a saucepan.
(, Fri 13 Mar 2015, 21:17, 6 replies)
It is bewildering and silly and I don't know quite what's going on.
(, Sat 14 Mar 2015, 9:40, closed)
There are other things that could confuse me, but I'm focusing on this.
(, Mon 16 Mar 2015, 12:38, closed)
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