HunterChemist with a heart of AuRegistered Userregular
edited February 2007
My first college roommate seemed like an OK guy guy, until he decided to get pukey everytime he was near alcohol. For someone who drank as often as he did, you would think he could handle it.
About 3 weeks into the first semester of my freshmen year he comes back at 2am on a Tuesday pukey ass drunk. Like a decent human being I help him in, give him a bottle of water, and put him in the bathroom in front of the toilet. He starts fighting and cursing me, telling me I'm an ass and he knows how to handle himself. I tell him to fuck off then and go to bed.
The fucker climbs into the top bunk and then hurls all over himself. His sheets, his pillows, everything. I quickly rip my mattress and sheets off and place them as far away as possible. I helped him into the bathroom again and slept with the matress on the floor.
That fucker didn't clean up his mess for 3 days. By day 2 I had to live across the hall with a buddy and his roommate who farted every 10 minutes because he stunk less. After I had to call the RA to get a cleaning crew in, they split us up because they were afraid I might accidentally beat the hell out of him.
My next roommate was no winner either, but at least he didn't live in his own puke.
My best roommates were these two gay dudes I lived with for two years in college. Seriously, they were so pretty and always had hot girls over and introduced me to the glory of Lifetime channel (The Nanny, Golden Girls, lifetime original movies) and cooked amazing and brought me to all the hottest night clubs in philly and gave the best advice and were always there for me. I loved those guys so much.
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My first college roommate seemed like an OK guy guy, until he decided to get pukey everytime he was near alcohol. For someone who drank as often as he did, you would think he could handle it.
About 3 weeks into the first semester of my freshmen year he comes back at 2am on a Tuesday pukey ass drunk. Like a decent human being I help him in, give him a bottle of water, and put him in the bathroom in front of the toilet. He starts fighting and cursing me, telling me I'm an ass and he knows how to handle himself. I tell him to fuck off then and go to bed.
The fucker climbs into the top bunk and then hurls all over himself. His sheets, his pillows, everything. I quickly rip my mattress and sheets off and place them as far away as possible. I helped him into the bathroom again and slept with the matress on the floor.
That fucker didn't clean up his mess for 3 days. By day 2 I had to live across the hall with a buddy and his roommate who farted every 10 minutes because he stunk less. After I had to call the RA to get a cleaning crew in, they split us up because they were afraid I might accidentally beat the hell out of him.
My next roommate was no winner either, but at least he didn't live in his own puke.
:shock: .... Hunter, you win.
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My best roommates were these two gay dudes I lived with for two years in college. Seriously, they were so pretty and always had hot girls over and introduced me to the glory of Lifetime channel (The Nanny, Golden Girls, lifetime original movies) and cooked amazing and brought me to all the hottest night clubs in philly and gave the best advice and were always there for me. I loved those guys so much.
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Der Waffle MousBlame this on the misfortune of your birth.New Yark, New Yark.Registered Userregular
edited February 2007
<Story wherein I get pepper-sprayed and subsequently beat-up while blinded over an arguement about taking out the garbage>
Anyway. After he got the car, he told our other roommate and I we weren't allowed to park on the street in front of the house because "It would detract from people looking at his car.
Haha, that's so terrible. If he cared that much he wouldn't have fucked the car up so much.
Sounds like the kind of guy that just can't help fucking everything up.
He didnt know how to do anything either. He was an only child pretty much, his dad had no kids, and his mom had 2 other sons that were like 15 years older than him. His mom died when he was 11 so he went to live with his dad. I speculate that after his mother died his father overcompensated and did absolutely everything for him. Cooking, cleaning, general-around-the-house-stuff, yard work. He didnt even know how to start a lawnmower. Mind you, he has lived in the same house since he was 11, and other people just always did these things for him.
While at my sisters birthday party he called me to ask how to cook a frozen hamburger patty.
Me: Uh... you cook it until its done.
Him: how do I cook it?
Me: Put it in a frying pan on the stove, or on the barbecue.
Him: How do I know when its done?
Me: When its brown on both sides.
Him: How long on each side?
Me: Fuck if I know! Until its done on both sides.
Or one time his girlfriend called me to ask how to make hamburger helper.
Me: Take the box.
Her: okay...
Me: Look at the back.
Her: okay...
Me: Follow the directions
Her: Okay!
She genuinely acted like it was the most satisfying answer she could have received for the question.
I've lived with this girl for coming on 2 years, and boy can I not wait to move out.
Which begs the question, "Why have you not sacrificed her to a goat god yet?"
Because, and this might sound weird, she isn't a bad person. I knew her from highschool and for the most part she is pretty nice. I'm very thick-skinned about most of this stuff, and first year it really didn't bother me that much, indeed I defended her on occasion to my other roomies. I stayed because the place we have now is great, my room is huge, we have 3 bathrooms (this girl has one to herself, so she leaves her mess there) and its in the center of town, and pretty cheap rent. What sealed it was that several other highschool friends were moving right across the street from me, including a guy I've known since I was 5 and the closest thing to a best friend I have.
Me and my other roomie on the lease didn't make a concerted effort to kick her out just because at the time the owner of the house was trying to sell it. Since we had declared our intent to renew the lease, they couldn't sell it. Things looked dicey for a couple weeks, we were afraid they were going to try to leverage us out of the house. If we had tried to kick her out during that time, we probably wouldn't even have the place now.
Most of her mess stays in her own domian; she lives in the basement, so I dont have to see her or her mess very often.
So yeah. Its shitty, but I dont have to deal with it and there is nothing I can do about it anyway. Most of what I have to deal with is kitchen mess, and my other roomies make enough of that for me to be pretty pissed at them as well.
But boy oh boy, will I be happy to not live with her again.
I still can't wrap my head around the concept of her being alive still. I had a roommate in Houston that ran up a $260 light bill in one month and expected me to cough up half. I paid the usual $75 and told him to come up with the rest since he had eight parties that month and left the door open while the a/c was on the whole time.
In Houston. In summer.
Oh, did I forget to mention that he had a 15 year-old-girl drinking in our apartment for three days during that time? It must have slipped my mind.
I think most of you have heard me talk about my roommate.
He doesnt have a job. Constantly complains that people treat him badly (he has a leg deformity and cant walk) but he doesnt do shit, at all. He doesnt go to class, he sleeps til about 2 a.m. He is on the phone til about 3 am every night, but its not like he is talking with the same person, its call person A, Person A doesnt answer, leave a message, hang up, immediately call person B, talk to person B for about 20 minutes, hang up, immediately call person A back and leave another message, hang up, immediately call person C. ETC ETC ETC ETC, til about 3am
I have class most at 9am most days.
Also, last night, he was downstairs doing his laundry, and his ex gf calls him, and im not rude, nor do i wanna talk to her fat ass, (plus i was asleep) so i let it ring and it goes to his answering machine, and instead of leaving a message, she hang up and calls him again... mind you its 2:45 am and ive been in bed for about 3 hours. She never left a message, just kept hanging up and calling him.
So after five minutes and fifteen calls later, i got pissed and answered the phone with "YOU LISTEN HERE YOU FAT PIECE OF SHIT.." and the phone call went from there.
Man one roommate shits his pants, can't use a toilet yet, barely speaks coherent English, and cries at the drop of a hat.
Thank god I only have to deal with him for another 16 years.
Man, plus I hear he sucks on your wifes tits more than you do.
maybe the three of them should try to get something going
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Shortytouching the meatIntergalactic Cool CourtRegistered Userregular
edited February 2007
I used to live with the biggest slob I've ever met. Dude would eat in bed, right, stuff like vienna sausages, kippered snacks and crackers. Motherfucker would eat this crap, finish it off, leave all the garbage in bed with him, and go to sleep in it. If that wasn't gross enough, we kept opposite hours, you know, so I'd be asleep while he was eating crackers and my bed was below his, so I'd wake up with crumbs all over me. Fucking gross.
"*morning grunt*...muh...huh?....Scott, what the fuck, over!"
"uh...what?"
"Fucking Ritz crackers in my bed, that's what! Quit living like a hobo goddamnit! FUCK."
My ex roommate was an eccentric dude who was dating a good friend of mine from the dorms. He had a problem with cleanliness which he solved by NEVER EVER using an actual dish. He would allways buy disposable plates and silverware.
Oddly enough, he was also obsessive about recycling.
He made a thousand or so dollars a month leveling up everquest characters (this was 2004). He would also argue with me about the bills and try to get me to split them in REALLY weird ways because I used the oven so much in a month or the shower or what have you.
He also didn't know how to treat women very well and would always ditch his girlfriend to go smoke weed or level up his everquest dudes.
To be fair though, I was kind of a jerk and had my ex-girlfriend over pretty much every one out of three nights.
We lived in a two bedroom apartment with plenty of room but I guess I could have handled that part better.
I used to live with the biggest slob I've ever met. Dude would eat in bed, right, stuff like vienna sausages, kippered snacks and crackers. Motherfucker would eat this crap, finish it off, leave all the garbage in bed with him, and go to sleep in it. If that wasn't gross enough, we kept opposite hours, you know, so I'd be asleep while he was eating crackers and my bed was below his, so I'd wake up with crumbs all over me. Fucking gross.
"*morning grunt*...muh...huh?....Scott, what the fuck, over!"
"uh...what?"
"Fucking Ritz crackers in my bed, that's what! Quit living like a hobo goddamnit! FUCK."
It's going to be so cute when you and Deni live together.
He's going to come out in a dress to shame the costume designer of Priscilla Queen of the Desert and you're just gonna be all "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot..."
My worst roommate story is rooming with a Costa Rican in cramped dorms freshman year. It'd be like 3 in the morning and he'd scream on the phone as loud as he could in Spanish. Not only was he being loud at 3am, he was being loud in a language I couldn't fucking understand.
The RIAA got ahold of him for illegal music downloading, last I heard.
I'm reminded of an appalling bad housemate lj, complete with pictures. Her room was covered in shit, shit on the floor, shit in the clothes, shit in the very bed where she slept.
Have you seen the pics Jordyn used to post of her old place?
Ok, look there wasn't poop on all our stuff all right?
There was just lots of stuff and not enough room, and that place sucked.
Our new apartment is always very clean.
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Shortytouching the meatIntergalactic Cool CourtRegistered Userregular
I used to live with the biggest slob I've ever met. Dude would eat in bed, right, stuff like vienna sausages, kippered snacks and crackers. Motherfucker would eat this crap, finish it off, leave all the garbage in bed with him, and go to sleep in it. If that wasn't gross enough, we kept opposite hours, you know, so I'd be asleep while he was eating crackers and my bed was below his, so I'd wake up with crumbs all over me. Fucking gross.
"*morning grunt*...muh...huh?....Scott, what the fuck, over!"
"uh...what?"
"Fucking Ritz crackers in my bed, that's what! Quit living like a hobo goddamnit! FUCK."
It's going to be so cute when you and Deni live together.
He's going to come out in a dress to shame the costume designer of Priscilla Queen of the Desert and you're just gonna be all "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot..."
My beard is going to jump off my face and move to Vegas.
"I ain't livin' with no fairies!"
(also I'm assuming you meant Whippy, not Deni)
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HunterChemist with a heart of AuRegistered Userregular
I still can't wrap my head around the concept of her being alive still. I had a roommate in Houston that ran up a $260 light bill in one month and expected me to cough up half. I paid the usual $75 and told him to come up with the rest since he had eight parties that month and left the door open while the a/c was on the whole time.
In Houston. In summer.
Oh, did I forget to mention that he had a 15 year-old-girl drinking in our apartment for three days during that time? It must have slipped my mind.[/quote]
My senior year in college I lived in an on campus condo with 7 other guys. 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, a living room, washer and dryer, mini-kitchen, etc. A great fucking place and there were only 20 on campus.
I was an RA because it was easy money. Half off of room and board plus I got paid bi-weekly as a campus job to stay up and make sure drunk kids weren't so rowdy as to piss of the local people and call the cops. More often then not I didn't do shit because I didn't care if people wanted to drink themselves stupid and fight about some skanky bitch they want to fuck. As long as they were quiet enough for me to sleep when I was tired, I was golden.
One of the idiot friends of a friend I mistakenly let live in my own condo unit decided to throw a huge party one weekend when I went home. He trashed the building, had the cops called twice, and was busted for giving alcohol to a 17 year old freshmen girl who ended up at the hospital to get her stomach pumped (beer + Jack + semen from what I was told).
When I got back I nearly lost my job because drunken ass decided to tell them I allowed him to have the party and was there for a few hours. Luckily, I happened to be at dinner at the time this took place with a nice gentlemen who was interviewing me for a job and happened to be very, very good friends with the head of the chemistry department (they were college roommates).
I got to keep my job and fuckwit was thrown off campus for the underage thing. Idiot was also in the teaching program and was booted because Pennsylvania law classifies what he did as neglect/child abuse for providing alcohol to minors. Moron.
I currently have one roommate that I can't stand, but I don't think I could do the story justice without pictures. I'll just say that he is a 32 year old who has never kissed a girl, he lives with a two 21 year olds and a 20 year old, and he is a pathetic excuse for a human being.
I used to live with the biggest slob I've ever met. Dude would eat in bed, right, stuff like vienna sausages, kippered snacks and crackers. Motherfucker would eat this crap, finish it off, leave all the garbage in bed with him, and go to sleep in it. If that wasn't gross enough, we kept opposite hours, you know, so I'd be asleep while he was eating crackers and my bed was below his, so I'd wake up with crumbs all over me. Fucking gross.
"*morning grunt*...muh...huh?....Scott, what the fuck, over!"
"uh...what?"
"Fucking Ritz crackers in my bed, that's what! Quit living like a hobo goddamnit! FUCK."
It's going to be so cute when you and Deni live together.
He's going to come out in a dress to shame the costume designer of Priscilla Queen of the Desert and you're just gonna be all "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot..."
My beard is going to jump off my face and move to Vegas.
"I ain't livin' with no fairies!"
(also I'm assuming you meant Whippy, not Deni)
I did mean Whippy! I hope he still loves me now.
Yeah, you have to surrender your beard and any tattoos you received while in the military before you can move in with him.
I used to live with the biggest slob I've ever met. Dude would eat in bed, right, stuff like vienna sausages, kippered snacks and crackers. Motherfucker would eat this crap, finish it off, leave all the garbage in bed with him, and go to sleep in it. If that wasn't gross enough, we kept opposite hours, you know, so I'd be asleep while he was eating crackers and my bed was below his, so I'd wake up with crumbs all over me. Fucking gross.
"*morning grunt*...muh...huh?....Scott, what the fuck, over!"
"uh...what?"
"Fucking Ritz crackers in my bed, that's what! Quit living like a hobo goddamnit! FUCK."
It's going to be so cute when you and Deni live together.
He's going to come out in a dress to shame the costume designer of Priscilla Queen of the Desert and you're just gonna be all "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot..."
My beard is going to jump off my face and move to Vegas.
"I ain't livin' with no fairies!"
(also I'm assuming you meant Whippy, not Deni)
I did mean Whippy! I hope he still loves me now.
Yeah, you have to surrender your beard and any tattoos you received while in the military before you can move in with him.
I had a roommate a couple years ago who was the textbook definition of a slob
Leaving his dirty underwear (complete with poop stains) all over the floor so it was like dodging landmines when I woke up every morning
And now that I think about it I'm pretty sure I can't remember him ever taking a shower, and I did overhear him telling someone that he hadn't washed his hair in months
Not to mention he was obnoxious (his usual method of greeting was "What's up, cocksucker" or some variant thereof) and his treatment of women was disgusting (to this day I'm not sure why some girls would just sit back and take it)
Oh and he ate all my food after eating his own, forgot to mention that
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About 3 weeks into the first semester of my freshmen year he comes back at 2am on a Tuesday pukey ass drunk. Like a decent human being I help him in, give him a bottle of water, and put him in the bathroom in front of the toilet. He starts fighting and cursing me, telling me I'm an ass and he knows how to handle himself. I tell him to fuck off then and go to bed.
The fucker climbs into the top bunk and then hurls all over himself. His sheets, his pillows, everything. I quickly rip my mattress and sheets off and place them as far away as possible. I helped him into the bathroom again and slept with the matress on the floor.
That fucker didn't clean up his mess for 3 days. By day 2 I had to live across the hall with a buddy and his roommate who farted every 10 minutes because he stunk less. After I had to call the RA to get a cleaning crew in, they split us up because they were afraid I might accidentally beat the hell out of him.
My next roommate was no winner either, but at least he didn't live in his own puke.
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Also, this.
Sweet mercifal christ. That remindes me of that shit fortress guy.
TWO YEARS?!
Which begs the question, "Why have you not sacrificed her to a goat god yet?"
Hah, like Fiz knows any women
Share the whole thing dick.
was that the pepperspray that melted paint?
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ugh if you sign the same lease they forbid it, i checked
He didnt know how to do anything either. He was an only child pretty much, his dad had no kids, and his mom had 2 other sons that were like 15 years older than him. His mom died when he was 11 so he went to live with his dad. I speculate that after his mother died his father overcompensated and did absolutely everything for him. Cooking, cleaning, general-around-the-house-stuff, yard work. He didnt even know how to start a lawnmower. Mind you, he has lived in the same house since he was 11, and other people just always did these things for him.
While at my sisters birthday party he called me to ask how to cook a frozen hamburger patty.
Me: Uh... you cook it until its done.
Him: how do I cook it?
Me: Put it in a frying pan on the stove, or on the barbecue.
Him: How do I know when its done?
Me: When its brown on both sides.
Him: How long on each side?
Me: Fuck if I know! Until its done on both sides.
Or one time his girlfriend called me to ask how to make hamburger helper.
Me: Take the box.
Her: okay...
Me: Look at the back.
Her: okay...
Me: Follow the directions
Her: Okay!
She genuinely acted like it was the most satisfying answer she could have received for the question.
That's just paperwork; there are ways around that sort of thing. Besides, if there's no evidence, there's no crime.
Because, and this might sound weird, she isn't a bad person. I knew her from highschool and for the most part she is pretty nice. I'm very thick-skinned about most of this stuff, and first year it really didn't bother me that much, indeed I defended her on occasion to my other roomies. I stayed because the place we have now is great, my room is huge, we have 3 bathrooms (this girl has one to herself, so she leaves her mess there) and its in the center of town, and pretty cheap rent. What sealed it was that several other highschool friends were moving right across the street from me, including a guy I've known since I was 5 and the closest thing to a best friend I have.
Me and my other roomie on the lease didn't make a concerted effort to kick her out just because at the time the owner of the house was trying to sell it. Since we had declared our intent to renew the lease, they couldn't sell it. Things looked dicey for a couple weeks, we were afraid they were going to try to leverage us out of the house. If we had tried to kick her out during that time, we probably wouldn't even have the place now.
Most of her mess stays in her own domian; she lives in the basement, so I dont have to see her or her mess very often.
So yeah. Its shitty, but I dont have to deal with it and there is nothing I can do about it anyway. Most of what I have to deal with is kitchen mess, and my other roomies make enough of that for me to be pretty pissed at them as well.
But boy oh boy, will I be happy to not live with her again.
I still can't wrap my head around the concept of her being alive still. I had a roommate in Houston that ran up a $260 light bill in one month and expected me to cough up half. I paid the usual $75 and told him to come up with the rest since he had eight parties that month and left the door open while the a/c was on the whole time.
In Houston. In summer.
Oh, did I forget to mention that he had a 15 year-old-girl drinking in our apartment for three days during that time? It must have slipped my mind.
He doesnt have a job. Constantly complains that people treat him badly (he has a leg deformity and cant walk) but he doesnt do shit, at all. He doesnt go to class, he sleeps til about 2 a.m. He is on the phone til about 3 am every night, but its not like he is talking with the same person, its call person A, Person A doesnt answer, leave a message, hang up, immediately call person B, talk to person B for about 20 minutes, hang up, immediately call person A back and leave another message, hang up, immediately call person C. ETC ETC ETC ETC, til about 3am
I have class most at 9am most days.
Also, last night, he was downstairs doing his laundry, and his ex gf calls him, and im not rude, nor do i wanna talk to her fat ass, (plus i was asleep) so i let it ring and it goes to his answering machine, and instead of leaving a message, she hang up and calls him again... mind you its 2:45 am and ive been in bed for about 3 hours. She never left a message, just kept hanging up and calling him.
So after five minutes and fifteen calls later, i got pissed and answered the phone with "YOU LISTEN HERE YOU FAT PIECE OF SHIT.." and the phone call went from there.
I hate my roommate.
STEAM!
Thank god I only have to deal with him for another 16 years.
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Seriously, fuck that dude. Tell him to get a job.
he still shits his pants at two years old?
hunter. cmon
STEAM!
I shouldn't have looked at that while eating my lunch. Fuck.
Man, plus I hear he sucks on your wifes tits more than you do.
maybe the three of them should try to get something going
"*morning grunt*...muh...huh?....Scott, what the fuck, over!"
"uh...what?"
"Fucking Ritz crackers in my bed, that's what! Quit living like a hobo goddamnit! FUCK."
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Oddly enough, he was also obsessive about recycling.
He made a thousand or so dollars a month leveling up everquest characters (this was 2004). He would also argue with me about the bills and try to get me to split them in REALLY weird ways because I used the oven so much in a month or the shower or what have you.
He also didn't know how to treat women very well and would always ditch his girlfriend to go smoke weed or level up his everquest dudes.
To be fair though, I was kind of a jerk and had my ex-girlfriend over pretty much every one out of three nights.
We lived in a two bedroom apartment with plenty of room but I guess I could have handled that part better.
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It's going to be so cute when you and Deni live together.
He's going to come out in a dress to shame the costume designer of Priscilla Queen of the Desert and you're just gonna be all "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot..."
you said you didnt mind
STEAM!
My friend and his girlfriend have this ongoing battle where they fart on each other at any and every opportunity.
That's true love right there.
The RIAA got ahold of him for illegal music downloading, last I heard.
Ok, look there wasn't poop on all our stuff all right?
There was just lots of stuff and not enough room, and that place sucked.
Our new apartment is always very clean.
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My beard is going to jump off my face and move to Vegas.
"I ain't livin' with no fairies!"
(also I'm assuming you meant Whippy, not Deni)
I still can't wrap my head around the concept of her being alive still. I had a roommate in Houston that ran up a $260 light bill in one month and expected me to cough up half. I paid the usual $75 and told him to come up with the rest since he had eight parties that month and left the door open while the a/c was on the whole time.
In Houston. In summer.
Oh, did I forget to mention that he had a 15 year-old-girl drinking in our apartment for three days during that time? It must have slipped my mind.[/quote]
My senior year in college I lived in an on campus condo with 7 other guys. 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, a living room, washer and dryer, mini-kitchen, etc. A great fucking place and there were only 20 on campus.
I was an RA because it was easy money. Half off of room and board plus I got paid bi-weekly as a campus job to stay up and make sure drunk kids weren't so rowdy as to piss of the local people and call the cops. More often then not I didn't do shit because I didn't care if people wanted to drink themselves stupid and fight about some skanky bitch they want to fuck. As long as they were quiet enough for me to sleep when I was tired, I was golden.
One of the idiot friends of a friend I mistakenly let live in my own condo unit decided to throw a huge party one weekend when I went home. He trashed the building, had the cops called twice, and was busted for giving alcohol to a 17 year old freshmen girl who ended up at the hospital to get her stomach pumped (beer + Jack + semen from what I was told).
When I got back I nearly lost my job because drunken ass decided to tell them I allowed him to have the party and was there for a few hours. Luckily, I happened to be at dinner at the time this took place with a nice gentlemen who was interviewing me for a job and happened to be very, very good friends with the head of the chemistry department (they were college roommates).
I got to keep my job and fuckwit was thrown off campus for the underage thing. Idiot was also in the teaching program and was booted because Pennsylvania law classifies what he did as neglect/child abuse for providing alcohol to minors. Moron.
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muh.
I did mean Whippy! I hope he still loves me now.
Yeah, you have to surrender your beard and any tattoos you received while in the military before you can move in with him.
Nice name there Cal.
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Leaving his dirty underwear (complete with poop stains) all over the floor so it was like dodging landmines when I woke up every morning
And now that I think about it I'm pretty sure I can't remember him ever taking a shower, and I did overhear him telling someone that he hadn't washed his hair in months
Not to mention he was obnoxious (his usual method of greeting was "What's up, cocksucker" or some variant thereof) and his treatment of women was disgusting (to this day I'm not sure why some girls would just sit back and take it)
Oh and he ate all my food after eating his own, forgot to mention that
But the worst part
Well that's another story in itself
A story I will tell
Later
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