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I bet I could beat any worst roommate stories that you guys have. Number one, when I was like a fucking second year of college, maybe my third year, I was living with these two girls who like to drink and have parties a lot. They went on Christmas break first. And because at that time, I guess I didn't have a car. I can't remember why my mom came up to pick me up before going home for Christmas break. And she was like, what the fuck is wrong with your apartment? This is a disgusting mess. We're cleaning this kitchen before we leave for six weeks. And I was adamant that we not, because it wasn't my mess. And she was like, we're not leaving rotting fucking dishes in your kitchen for six weeks, whether they're yours or not. And I was pissed at my roommates for this, but we're cleaning and we open a fucking drawer and there's a rotting piece of fucking chicken breast in the drawer with maggots in it. Cause apparently they were cooking drunk and she like accidentally scooped it into a drawer and closed it. And when I brought it up to her, she was like, oh yeah, we were looking for that. It just disappeared. We were cooking. And I was horrified and they're disgusting. They are disgusting people. Oh, by the way, both of them, their dads were cops. Also, I had a roommate who took her door off the hinges once so she could move a desk into her room, but then couldn't figure out how to put the door back on the hinges. So she would just have her boyfriend over and fuck with like no door on the hinges at all. When I was home, she didn't give a, she can give a shit. She would also fuck him in our mutual shower and be hella loud about it. She was gross and her name was Kate Phelps.
Yeah, my story definitely doesn't compare with that, but it is a weird story. So I was living with this girl in the dorms for half of my second year, and one night I woke up and there was this random guy-
I woke up and there is this random girl sleeping in our dorm room and apparently like this was her friend that she made friends with and they were partying together and getting drunk and My roommate wasn't supposed to get drunk.
And then this girl became a regular occurrence. Her regular appearance, I don't know, like it was like she became the third roommate and I was fed up with that. I moved out.
Especially since it was the lesbian wing as they dubbed it and they said they would never let straight women in there. I was the only one who was ever approved because I was the only one they trusted. I feel honored by that.
Oh my god, you just reminded me of a roommate story I had completely blocked out. I was in college, and I had two male roommates at the time and was dating this one dude. And a bunch of people had come over to drink and hang out that night.
In my bed with me. She was my fucking roommates date and had gotten up to pee and was so pissed drunk that when she came back from the bathroom she went into my room and got in bed with me and my boyfriend.
And she had like untucked that side of the bed's corner of the fitted sheet and had like rolled herself up in it like a fucking burrito. I went and kicked my roommate awake and made him come get her out of my room.
I actually have a very similar story to that. It was in 2018, I was in the second year of college and I left for summer vacation. But my roommate stayed in the house for a couple of days.
Oh my god, yeah, that is so disgusting. I have like blocked out what it actually looked like to see the the chicken breast filled with maggots but I remember it definitely happened.
Hello, reporting from Russian submarine. I think this is not very fair because you have unlimited time, more than one minute and you have only 15 seconds. Drink vodka every day.
I actually agree that you should be able to reply longer than 15 seconds. I also feel like you should be able to initiate conversations by leaving the first memo on someone's page. But that's just me.
My dad said to me once when I was moving out of yet again another bad roommate situation that I swear to god he said, I recognize that you might be the common denominator in all these situations but I'm still going to support you because you're my daughter.
You probably heard the term homie hopper, right? I dated a girl and then I lived with five other dudes and she dated each one of those dudes for at least two weeks and then went and married one. Uh, they're still married. The last one, obviously.