Ok, so what was the wosrt experience you guys ever had rooming with someone?

Mine was back in '84-85 when I was living in Isla Vista pretending to be a college student and I moved in with this guy a friend of mine recommended. Things were OK at first...but I noticed that the guy had a weird habit of taking some really long showers. I am not talking 20-30 minutes or even an hour...this dude would be in the shower for hours at a time.

I would get up to go to work and if I did not beat the guy into the bathroom it was roll-on shower time for me. Sometimes I would come back to the aprtment for lunch and the guy would still be in there 4 hours later. I had no freaking idea what the hell dude was doing in there, but to say that we had a mildew problem in the bathroom was like calling the Grand Canyon a hole in the ground.

Anyways...dude was a huge coke addict and he was a bit bent in the head. He was highly intelligent...MENSA member, typed ~150 words/minute, and knew enough about almost everything that most people would consider him to be knowledgeable on almost any subject. The shower thing really had me stumped, but I just chalked it up to being an idiosyncracy like what really smart people have sometimes...he seemed cool enough other than that.

So one day I ask the guy if he has a paper clip or something and the guy says ya there's one in his desk, so I go over and open up the drawer and start rummaging around. I stumbled across some girlie magazines and I pulled them out and was gonna give him some grief about leaving his wanking materials around when i noticed that the chicks on the covers looked a little strange. After a closer look I realized they were not chicks at all, they were freaking drag queens.

Ok, so now I am thoroughly disgusted, but I am still thinking this must be some kind of joke...maybe some shit left over from an old prank or something...so I walk out into the kitchen and drop them on the table asking him wth this is all about. Dude turns red as a freaking tomato and tells me it's about time I knew that he was a transvestite and that's why his last roommate moved out.

Well, that did not go over so well with me to say the least...my first thought was to beat the living shit out of him for not telling me before I moved in then load up my truck and get the hell out, but I was flat freaking broke at the time with nowhere else to go so I just look at him and say whatever you do just keep that shit to yourself, I don't even want to know about it. I immediately started looking for a new place to live, but I knew it was gonna be a month or two before anything close would open up because it was the middle of the semester in a college town and housing was basically unavailable.

The worst thing was that the apartment was a one bedroom, so I told him that the couch was his spot from now on, but the shit got really bad after that. Dude figured the cat was out of the bag now, so the 3-4 hour showers stopped and I would get up in the morning to the asshole wandering around in pantyhose or putting on makeup.

I brought a gal home I had been hitting on for awhile a few days later. Things were getting pretty hot at a party we were at and I am thinking its time for little Shredder to find himself a nice meat pocket for awhile. I had not had a steady girl for awhile so I was pretty stoked. Dude was supposed to be gone at his parents house for the weekend, but I open the door and we walk in to the queer sitting at the table snorting lines wearing a bra, panties, and fishnet stockings. Needless to say that basically shot my deal in the head...the gal pretty much thinks I am some kind of freak and takes off without even saying a word. I almost beat the crap out of queerboy right then and there but I maintained my composure long enough to grab a few things and go crash on a friends sofa for a few days.

Could not stay at my friend's house forever, so I eventually came back to the apartment. First night back I woke up in the middle of the night and the freak was standing over me all queened up and asking me to go out and get him more coke because he did not want to take off his fag suit so he could go outside. Needless to say that night did not end up so good...dude got himself a broken nose and threatened to call the cops on me. I told him I would claim it was self defense because he was a fag and a drug addict and I thought he was trying to rape me...he backed down because he knew if they blood tested him he was goign to jail for coke and at that point his fag suit crap was pretty much laying around all over the apartment.

Anyways, that was as much as I could take...ended up just blowing off my deposit and last months rent and borrowed some cash from my parents so I could stay in a hotel for a few weeks until I built up enough money to get a new place. After that experience it was no more roomates for me...got a studio apartment and never did the rommate thing again until I got married.

Hahaha, nice story brah. I live in an apartment right now with my two buddies from high school so nothing has really surprised me so far. Other than the fact that the one hasn't gotten laid ever. Ever. He's 20. Lawl.

Oh god i hope the roomate i get this summer isnt a drag queen or coke addict

Here is a Horror story for ya... My current room mate is a 20 year vet of the army, a hardcore liberal anti racist bleeding heart clean freak who feels the need to talk to everyone that he encounters, including the black thugs in the ghettos of this city I'm in, because " that black thug stuff is all a lie, they are being opressed". God damn I can't wait till the first, his F*CKIN ass is out!

My first roommate this year (freshman in college) didn't take showers for weeks on end. He and his friends would camp out in my room for days playing wow, the place smelled like complete and utter shit. I made girls take me back to their room because I knew shit would hit the fan if I came back drunk off my ass with a girl, and she and I walk into 5+ fatties playing wow and smelling like rotten cheese.

My current roommate talks to himself constantly, he's F*CKING psycho. He has one friend that I've ever seen. He's also got anger management issues and a superiority complex. I've stopped associating with him in anything relating to a competition because if I win, something's going to get thrown against the wall, and I don't want it to be any of the expensive shit I have in here.

I moved out of Gman and Strange's place a couple of years ago in a fit of stupid and ended up getting corralled with 3 douche bag frat boys.

Almost daily, they threw parties that started at 8 AM (about an hour after I got to sleep after working all night) that lasted most of the day.

The apartment constantly smelled like pot, but they got all dudebrahnobrahno when I smoked a cigarette inside.

One night while I was at work they all got truly awfully shitty drunk and roid raged. They busted up everything in the apartment that I didn't own. The couch was wrecked, the doors to their rooms were wrecked (two of them had holes made), the front door was wrecked, fridge door was broken off it's hinges, holes in the walls, THERE WAS A F*CKING SCUFF MARK ON THE CEILING F*CKING WHAT THE SHIT, one shitter was smashed, and things were strewn about the apartment.

They ended up being arrested by the police and the apartment complex evicted them. And luckily for the complex, the lease was designed to where all tenants have to pay for the damages. They stuck me with the entire bill to have the apartment cleaned and fixed. I refused to pay it and before the next month was here, I was evicted as well. I got to spend the next few months sleeping on the benches and streets of Austin and jumping in to any showers I could. It was magical.

The most terrifying horror story ever: AngryKitten once lived with me off-and-on for a while.

poon'd

jeeeeez.

i had a roommate who wanted my girl so he'd barge in whenever we got into it. he actually was successful in keeping us apart.

but that's about it. haven't had a roomie since college and i wouldn't have it any other way.

i would have told him to stay away from me and my girl and if he wouldn't comply i would
have given him a good beating so he would understand that these things are not tolerated ...

All my roommates have been mates of mine anyways so all i've ever experienced is a friend of mine knocking on my door
just to annoy me when i was getting it on with my girl, i told him if he wanted to see my dick i could come out and slap him
with it afterwards we all had a laugh and that was that...

I will probably never room with someone i don't know, not after reading what you guys have been through..

ok so here is my roommate horror story...

back in college, i moved in with a guy (phil) I was going to school with we decided to be partners for the projects and shit so we could get good marks. his brother's girlfriend (brazilian chick) and brother (tony) moved in too. It was a nice big place everything was going great sure tony lost his part of the rent at the casino every now and then but that happens right? I also came home to find the brother's girlfriend naked and drunk in my bed but whatever shit happens right? ok so they smoke weed and hotbox my room while I am at work, no big deal...

2 weeks before the final project of the last course of the year if you don't pass this project you don't pass the year, and you can't go to year 2. I am asleep in my bed with the door locked so no more random people walking into my room, and i hear tony banging on my door asking me if i saw phil. I tell him to piss off and try to go back to sleep, but he won't stop banging on my door so i get up and get dressed. I leave my room to find tony and his gf standing there looking worried as hell.. so i walk to the bathroom to take a piss when i am there i notice the bathtub is full of strange specks..

after i hit up the bathroom i head to phil's room bang on the door, no answer . I bang again then boot the door in. there is no one in the room so I go walking through the room and i smell something strange smells like copper... and i tell tony and his gf to get out. I flip back the covers of the bed and it is covered in blood and i don't mean a little blood i mean a shitton.

I yell for tony to call the cops and i go looking in the kitchen checking for all my knives ( i owned everything in the kitchen) they were all there excep for 1 a big ass serrated knife and the toaster....

thinking about this i checked the bathroom again and found the toster under the sink and the toaster was wet and it had an extra piece of wire spliced onto the cord and the specks in the tub turned out to be crumbs...

I go checking around his room while tony is on hold for the cops. and when i am checking his room i find an empty pill bottle... hmmm it was tony's gf menstral cramp pills she got filled 2 days ago.. strange.

I keep looking, just infront of his closet i find the steel wire from my weight bench and it is looped into a circle... i look up and see a round hole above his closet door with a strait line down to door.

I then check his desk and i find a note that said "I'm sorry I'm not brave" and ontop of it was the knife covered in blood .... by this time the cops finally get there and they come in start asking me questions and i tell them what i know. then they ask me what i think happened so i tell them what i found..

they decide he is probabbly dead but they check the bridge ( about 2 mins away) to see if anyone tryed to walk across it today and they check the hospitals and the morgue they find nothing... 5-6 hours later we get a call that they found him he checked himself in under his tony's name... that's right folks he checked himself in after slashing his wrists and bleeding he decided he did not want to die so he wrapped them up and walked to the hospital (5mins away).. he stays for a mental evaluation and 2 weeks observation..

he is alive and all is well except i fail my project because he didn't do his half and because he didn't die i get no special treatment in my course.. thus i failed out of school..

he gets home and starts living off unemployment and sits on the couch all day and night playing games and smoking weed.. I am slowly getting pissed off.

I come home from work one day and find they moved my pc out of my room and are playing wow. this pisses me off so I freak at them and drag my pc back to my room and start locking my door.

then i go home for the weekend and come back earlier than expected i walk into the apartment it's dark and no one is around so i go to my room and open the door to find phil naked in my chair jerkin it to anime porn. I freak out and yell at him to get the F*CK out of my room and he sits there and tells me to calm down...so then i start throwing things at him... he finally leaves and i throw my chair off the deck..


by next weekend i got myself out of the lease and got a new apt and moved all my shit out while they were passed out drunk. so when they woke up the apartment was almost bare and they had no kitchen supplies...

those were the last roommates i ever had...

F*CK having a roommate! You guys ruined me ever wanting one! Thanks for the good advise lol. Sucks to learn the hard way. I still think Shredders is the worst though. A coke head tranny! WTF. I'm honestly supprised you didn't knock it out once or twice!

roomates suck, they dont pay bills, they never clean up messes, they eat all your food, and they bitch when you (the one paying bills) want to do somthing in the house. I have had nothing but trouble with roomates, the next person who trys to move in here im gonna dress them up like the rocky-horror picture show, take pictures, and put em up on the net

When i was in Comm school for my MOS in 29 palms, CA I had this nasty ass roomate!. For 8 months.....this guy showered my 3 times. O and incase some of you dont know where 29 palms is, it's in the Mojave Desert so it gets hot as F*CK out there.....110-120 degrees avg during the summer. He wore the same clothes over and over again. I know he didn't shower because I was the only one who had bodywash in the room. One day i decided to setup a little experiment. I go down to the PX and buy an extra thing of bodywash. I put a small line on the bottle and set it up in the shower. I put the bodywash i use in my wall locker. 4 months go by and the liquid never moved. His socks were so nasty that if you kicked them, they would keep the same shape and just flip over, plus they were brown! He would shave his head and just leave it on the floor in the head. No matter how many times you told him to shower.....he never would. But it doesn't end here. We get stationed at the same unit in Oceanside ( Camp Pendleton). Lucky I was married by then and didn't have to live in the barracks. Since he was the only person I knew here I hung out with him. Big mistake! He was married (somehow) and his house was the nasty place you've ever seen. Half the time you couldn't see the floor. He left for 3 months to go to school and when i dropped him off at his house he still had food sitting on the counter!!!!! 3 months old!! Well im gonna end it here cause my stomach is hurting haha......

Yea i know there aren't any breaks in it. Im black and lazy! Plus, English has always been my worst subject haha

His name didn't happen to be Doug did it ? lol I had someone like that in my high school. Took like 2 showers the whole year. Had the same problem brushing his teeth as he did takin a shower. His teeth were black and green. Took 1 shower at the beggining of the year and just got worse until like a month before school ended and finally took another one when he bought a new pair of clothes. Some disgussting shit and I feel bad you had to live with the dude.