A fridge too far
Usual story - second year at university, 7 guys living together, someone had to be the designated twat.

As well as not helping out round the house all year, and generally stinking the place out, he had a fixation with the army. An aspiring soldier, he was part of the OTC (office training corps) which meant he could be found frantically polishing his boots for several hours on an end, jogging round the streets in full commando gear and nourishing himself with some tasty army rations.

My hatred came to a point when, at the end of the year, me and 2 other housemates arrived back from a holiday, jetlagged and exhausted, to find that he hadn't done his bit in sorting the house out before we moved out. In order to keep our deposits we spent a frantic day cleaning and tidying up after him.

The only respite was when I discovered he had forgotten his prized mini fridge. Seconds later, the said fridge could be seen flying out of the second floor window to the concrete below, meeting it with what can only be described as impressive results.

This made me feel slightly better, but I still hate the bugger.
(osmouk, Thu 12 Apr 2007, 14:25, Reply)