if housemates count...
final year at uni, i shared with an OCD sufferer who used to keep his urine in jars in his bedroom (We only found out when he spilled one of them).
He'd spend an hour and a half in the bathroom every morning, yet we neverheard the tap running once. In the next room to him there was a nigerian fellow, 7th day adventist who worked for the ministry of defence in some capacity, was ok until his friend was killed in a road accident. After that he'd drink those huge bottles of white cider and cry for hours, cradling a pistol he'd somehow managed to acquire.
Upstairs from them there were two bosnian refugees who never left the house and only ever seemed to wear underpants. I once caught them hugging in the kitchen and they seemed quite embarrassed.

All that with no bathroom ceiling or hall floor, a bargain at £75 per week
( mictoboy shitting in your cunt since, Wed 31 Aug 2005, 16:24, Reply)