Housemate from Hull
I've had:

1) One nice one who moved out
2) One lesbian with a hairy girlfriend who moved out
3) One ugly, fat, messy one I hated with a passion, who had knock knees, no sense of humour, and she brought a lad back who then proceeded to burgle me and nick all of my CD's. She moved out.
4) Another lass from work, very pretty, we discussed our nastiness rating (people slept with/ thingummibobs done, that sort of thing). She redecorated her room in green and then moved straight out.
5) My best pal moved in. Then moved out.
6) The housemate from Hull. Literally. Moved out owing me lots.
7) I moved out.

One recurring theme in this litany of woe. Me. I hadn't realised I was a housemate from hell until y'all posted this question. Maybe it's the constant masturbation.
(Chickenwire social lubricator extraordinaire, Fri 6 Apr 2007, 8:10, Reply)