Probably me
I think i may have been a housemate from hell myself...

A few years ago I shared a house with a (then)mate of mine, and was a bit of a drunken bastard for most of the time I lived there, with incidents including:

Getting back from a night on the lash, and thought it'd be a good idea to "feed" the garden strimmer a stack of old newspapers... In the living room. The entire ground floor of the house was covered with a 4 inch deep layer of shredded newspaper.

Had a bit of howsyerfather on the settee in the living room with a bird I'd pulled after a heavy session on the vodka. Had a bit of an accident and split a part of me that should never be split. Cue lots of blood on the couch, up the walls and on the tv as I ran around panicking, before jumping on the kitchen side to get it under the tap. Cleaned up all I could on the night, and finished it off when sober in the morning, but was still pretty disgusting.

And the pièce de résistance:

A few of us had been out on an all dayer, and me and me mate went back to ours, and he brought his girlfriend along too. We were all pretty wrecked but carried on drinking back at the house. After a couple more beers he was really hammered so went to bed, leaving me and his missus to carry on the festivities... As soon as he was though the door she was all over me, and being drunk I ran with it, and had a pretty fucking good session..! Now unfortunatly, he was too pissed to get back downstairs, or even off his back, but was awake and heard it all.... Felt like a right cunt the next morning!

Unsurprisingly, I didn't live their much longer......!
(strangeone456789, Sat 7 Apr 2007, 12:20, Reply)