Oddly appropriate...
In my first year at uni last year, I replaced my ex on the contract for a house he'd agreed to live in with his mates, before getting into another uni around 200 miles south, hence him wanting to bugger off. Living with 3 guys I didn't know, had only met one of them briefly before was not at all daunting, and we generally got on really well.

There's always one though, and ours was...well, lets call him R!@h. He was ok to live with at first, but after a bit he lost his sense of humour/touch with reality, stopped being his usual fun self and started throwing tantrums for no reason, being a moody bitch, worrying that his fat body was putting women off him (it was the smell/ugliness/personality more than anything), and asking "does this shirt make me look fat?" and generally being a lady about stuff. He also messed my wok up by rinsing it after he used it every single day to make a stir fry, as he was now "on a diet", which the stupid douchebag could not shut up about. He also had fucking terrible BO, only really noticeable if you went into his room, stood by the door, or went within 2 metres of him, so in our tiny house it was pretty damn noticeable. We decided it was like a cross between shit, sweaty balls and 'wank', as he was (and still is) a virgin, so not even a sex smell for him. He actually did shower every day (at least, he got water all over the bathroom every day- a leg injury apparently made it impossible for him to get into the shower properly), but to no avail.

I always noticed the smell outside his room, but just assumed it was his general scumminess seeping out from under the door. One day, however, my parents visited, and immediately started making a fuss about the smell of gas (like, flammable, burny city gas) by the front door. A few calls to landlords and British Gas later and it turns out that gas had been leaking into his room through a tiny hole in the interior wall for ages and the room was full of it- good job he wasn't a smoker. The best bit (of our potential fire hazard) was that he couldn't even tell, his stench must have covered the smell from even him, plus he never opened with window in his room at all...also the fact that he's Jewish, and so the idea of him slowly being gassed provided us with many a sick joke. He since moved in with people who were too nice to say no to him, and is still harassing us with his smell and repellent social skills, as he has a crush on my housemate and refuses to leave her alone...He invites himself over ("I'm coming over, I've got to see you NOW, it's been an entire 3 days and I miss you!") and he cried like a little bitch when once she didn't go to his house for dinner. a restraining order might just about do it. Creep.
(Ryuken-Kai, Mon 9 Apr 2007, 4:19, Reply)