Lazy arse
At second year in uni I lived with a rather slovenly bloke who took absurd amounts of time pampering himself, cruising around in a dressing gown, not buying any food, snarfing all that wasn't his, not ever going to uni, but complaining about the work - just generally being a waste of space (even for student standards)
Said bloke had this hideous shirt that he thought was just the best. No one else did. I thought i'd help him out. Time upon time he washed this shirt, and again and again he found that the smell wouldn't go away. Oh, if only he'd ever got up before 2pm he'd have witnessed me chucking turps in the washing machine every time it finished.
He never worked out why the smell wouldn't go away.

I also set the house alarm on my way out, almost daily whilst he was dressing gowned, still rat arsed and asleep on the couch.

And finally I cleaned the bog with his toothbrush. Have felt slightly guilty ever since, but only about the toothbrush bit.
(ell, Wed 4 May 2005, 12:35, Reply)