5 years of shared housing...
five years in shared accomodation... what was I thinking, granted three years were uni but still. here's just a few classic stories.

housemate in second year of uni - weird woman, kept to her room nearly all the time, the rest of the time who knows. had this weird thing for pinching the food off the plate i was eating off with her heavily bitten and often sore fingers. said she was veggie, so when it was a plate of turkey bolognaise she took a bit with meat on, realised what was on it and flicked it back to the middle of the plate. she took a whole handful out of a gateau in the fridge as well once...

third year uni. - housemate and then missus were notorious for having noisy sex, (putting it bluntly she had a pair of lungs on her) often they were so noisy people outside would be egging them on.

last house i lived in...
disgusting bastards, shared a house with four others. two of whom didnt understand the word cleaning, toked copious amounts of dope and had dodgy mates round at all hours. one was a drug bore beyond all reckoning. one housemate left two weeks into me being there cos someone shat all over the bathroom, basically everywhere but the toilet from what he was saying, another left because of dodgy mates shouting their mouths off at all hours whilst pilled up. the kitchen was a permanent mess with an oven so coated in burnt food and grease on the bottom it was unrecognisable and more than likely uncleanable, any efforts to clean reverted back to its original state within an hour and there were rubbish bags in the living room for three months as well as a mini landfill in the back garden near enough... still wondering why i stayed for seven months... oh yeah. couldnt afford much else.

can't really mention my very good mate who wanked in his housemate's milk for treating him like a skivvy, ...
(ameythyst_rune, Wed 11 Apr 2007, 15:25, Reply)