Not Quite A Housemate, But...
My ex-boyfriend is quite possibly the biggest slob I've ever met. Now, I'm not exactly tidy, but this is taking the pish.

I used to walk into his room and end up picking my way through a minefield of loose change (The time I spent peeling coins off my bare feet is unbelievable), dirty clothes, week-old plates (some with food still attached and growing mould), game cases and other peoples stuff.

And the mess didn't stop in his room. Oh no. It extended to his car. McDonalds packaging, more of other peoples stuff, more clothes (in a car! Why??)...you name it, it was probably there.

On the few occasions that he did stay at mine (when the parents were away, they hated him), he managed in one night to make my house look messier that my younger brother and I have in 10 years.
Among his list of crimes: leaving his dirty plates lying around the living room floor (I wouldn't let him eat in my room), snot rags on my sofa, a bottle of Jack Daniels in my bed (how he managed that one, I'll never know), as well as various other bits of shite scattered around the house....and then he complained if I mentioned it!

And this guy wanted me to live with him....*cue hysterical laughter*

Apologies for length? There should have been. (All together now...."Oooooh....baetch")
(TuftyBee should have been working on, Sun 8 Apr 2007, 20:52, Reply)