Reply With QuoteI'd advise you to start the eviction proceedings now. If tubbo is as lazy as you say, he's not going to just walk out just 'cause you say so.
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Also: We've been letting my wife's brother live with us for the last year.
I've been more than patient with him getting on his feet.
Told him he has till the end of September to get out. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here.
All he does is play WoW - and get bigger.
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I'd advise you to start the eviction proceedings now. If tubbo is as lazy as you say, he's not going to just walk out just 'cause you say so.
Ooh, here we go. All the same guy, btw. My roommate at the time moved out and brought in someone he knew as a surrogate. His payments were always late, he had a kid and a crazy baby's momma who would knock on the door at 3 am yelling for him. He spent all his unemployment checks at the clubs and fucked nasty skanks constantly. These are all true:
He once left the oven on and open overnight to try and warm up the townhouse. I'm lucky I even woke up at all.
He used to go through TP like crazy, NO IDEA HOW. We are two dudes, the TP should last for ages. With him it was a roll a week, and the ONE time he contributed to the TP stack he bought the cheapest, shittiest sandpaper he could find. I started buying my own and keeping it in my room. One day I went to the bathroom and found a phone book in there... with missing pages.
When famous TNL celebrity Satsuki came to visit, he decided he was responsible enough to care for his sister's rottweiler puppy. By take care I mean lock it in the bathroom so it cries constantly and kept us awake at night after an interminable day of going to like every thrift store in the world. I moved it to the backyard which led to neighbors calling the cops. When they came and asked me if it was my dog I said no, and I told them to do whatever they wanted with it. They refused to take it with them so I had to keep it in the house until the roommate came back home. Told him that if I ever, ever came home to find the dog alone he should drive by the pound on the way home because I was going to get rid of it, no questions asked. Never saw it again.
Dude was pretty amazing about "borrowing" (stealing) things, no manners, no idea how to behave like a normal person. Any argument would break down into threats of violence that were never acted upon because he was on probation for punching the mother of his poor, poor fucking kid and didn't want to go to jail again.
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Tell me again. Sounds fun. You get in trouble with the law?Originally Posted by icarusfall
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For about 6 months I lived with 3 guys who did not a whole lot except play WOW. They had all their computers and desks set up in the living room (which wasn't that big) and the guy who owned the house had his girlfriend over almost all the time and she had her PC set up on a folding card table in the same living room. And I think they thought I was weird because I put my computer and desk in my own room and spent 95% of my time there in my room (with the door open, they could have come in and hung out whenever they wanted).
They almost never cleaned. When I first moved in I ended up with the whole place to myself for almost the whole first month while they were away at their parent's or significant other's places for the holidays. I spent about 12 hours one day cleaning the kitchen to the point where I felt comfortable actually cooking in it. It stayed near spotless for that month and within 2 weeks of them all being back it was disgusting to the point where I just didn't use anything but my toaster oven which I cleaned religiously. The rest of the house (sans my room) was also disgusting. If I didn't clean out the cat's litter box it would go 1-2 months between cleanings.
I'm glad I only lived there for 6 months. I like the guys (well at least 2 of them) and it would have sucked to end up hating them.
Truck is the best roommate ever. We were pretty good friends before we lived together and after 3 years in two places we were even better friends. That just never happens and I was surprised it worked out as well as it did. However his younger brother moved in with us for the last year at a bigger place and he was not so great. It was his first place out of his mom's house and it showed. Horrible about cleaning up after himself and he spent the majority of his time laying down in his bed shirtless eating pretzels and drinking water while playing Xbox or watching TV. He did not wash his sheets anywhere near enough and you could smell it from the hallway (my room was across from his).
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Oh man. I've mostly lived with girlfriends or alone, so thankfully most of these were of short duration.
Alright, so this one is by far the worst, and I've told y'all this tale of woe before in greater detail. I rank it amongst the dumbest things I've ever done. My first long term girlfriend and I had split up and I decided to get a roommate. I'm introduced to a girl that needs a place, and turns out she's the younger sister of two of the more thuggish dudes I ran with as a juvenile, both of whom are ex-cons. Within two weeks I was fucking her, and basically found myself in a live-with relationship with a girl I did not know at all. It ended after a 3 month shitstorm in spectacular violence.
Next up, I will tell you the saga of 'Rusty'. Rusty was a friend of mine since childhood, but had some severe hygiene problems amongst others. This dude had not had any teeth at all since he was 19 because he just wouldn't brush them shits. His dentures would usually be found sitting in the ashtray of his car. He also went completely off the hinges when his girlfriend turned 18 and within 3 days ran off with a crack dealer, robbed him blind, got him fired from his job, got circus-clown size implants, and moved to Florida and started doing porn, and never really got on with his life after that.
Well, he was roommates with this skinhead dude he met in jail who ended up severely beating his ass, and he needed somewhere to go. I knew he was a nasty dude, but I was gonna move in with my girlfriend (who was in a town about 3 hours away)in like 4 months anyway, so I didn't think it would be so bad and let him move in. I even cut him a break on the rent since I didn't need the money at the time.
Within 2 weeks he started smoking in the house and thinking I wouldn't notice. In his room, I never once saw sheets on his bed. When rent came due, he explained that he had a problem with is paycheck at work and if I could front him, he'd have it squared away within a week. He came up with most of it. I walked into the kitchen on occasions to see this dude eating a cans of Beanie Weanies, potato chips, pizza crusts, and even once raw chicken with his gums.
Around this time, I also noticed my socks seemed to be diminishing. It must be pointed out that I was working in a kitchen at night some, and my feet would often get wet. We'll get to this in a minute.
Naturally, I was becoming more and more irritated with the situation, and there was another problem with his paycheck he'd square away. Later he said it might take him another two weeks because the HR person he needed to talk to was on vacation. He put on his Pizza Hut uniform and left at the same time everyday, so I wasn't that worried about it.
That weekend, my girlfriend was in town, and in the morning Rusty was knocking on my bedroom door, and crying. He needed to borrow like $5 dollars because he'd been caught stealing gas at the gas station he'd apparently gas and go'd at already that week, whose owner beat his ass, but agreed not to charge him if he paid for what he took.
One day, I urgently had to get in touch with him, so I called his work and they said he hadn't worked there for like 4 months (and my girlfriend caught him using her towel). He got home, I asked him why he used my girlfriends towel, and he said he was running late for work and didn't think about it. I explained to him that I'd let him keep his shit there for the next month if he needed, but he was not staying there again. He started to ask if he could stay through the night and I slapped him. Just straight up bitch slapped him.
Well, Rusty's time came up, and he was in jail, and got a mutual friend to ask me if I could just throw it out for him. And the true horror began. Tucked into the jizz covered mattress were hundreds of cigarette butts. Like, he was using his bed as an ashtray. And in the closet, the mask got yanked off the mystery of my missing socks. He had been taking my dirty socks out of my hamper and wearing them. I also found some pairs of my skivvies. All were thrown out with gloves and bleach, and needed a flamethrower.
I went through this with my own brother. It ended badly.
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While I was living in the inappropriately named "White Hall" I had the misfortune of living beside drug dealers and con men from the delta. I was called racial epitaphs daily, woken up at all hours, and harassed constantly. The only good thing that came out of it was getting to see how angry black women deal with their boyfriends when they get caught with other women. Talk about some fucking harsh shit. Bricks through windshields. Slashed tires. Clawing at eyes. Ripping clothes. Screaming. One even stuffed a tail pipe full of used condoms. Crazy shit.
After that I moved to a nicer place. I had the same problem of living by drug dealers. I'd get woken up a lot by people looking to score some pot. And it was pretty typical to leave the apt on saturday morning to a walkway covered in steel reserve and king cobra cans. Room was nicer though. And I was right across from a Wndies.
Room mate was a little odd. He was into wicken stuff. And I'm pretty sure he masturbated a whole lot. And he couldn't do like normal people and do it in the bathroom when people are out. No, he had to do it in socks. And he didn't wash the socks. He put them under his bed. Oh, how'd I find out about the cock socks? Well he had got his ass into a lot of trouble for credit card ID theft. To his credit he did try to fix things and pay the money back but he couldn't get a good enough job to make the payments the court wanted every month. He ended up running away to avoid jail time. And I helped his family move his stuff out, and wow, cock socks.
Ok guy to talk to all things considered. Just made some strikingly bad choices. Like credit card theft. Or cock socks.
Uh...when I lived in Meridian I lived in an old slave farm cook house. The house was about 30 yards in front of the rail road. And there was a factory in-between. At the end of the street to the right of the house was a meth den. And about 2 minutes to the left was a really really shitty strip club. Oh, and there was a crack head that would come by on his bike while you were out on the porch. He'd take anything metal to get money for more crack.
But the worst living situtation I've had so far is when my room mate put his lazy bitch gf on the lease. God, there was nothing right about that girl. She was a cunt and a failure at life. Work kicked her ass, so she quit. School kicked her ass so she stopped going. She just sat in her room and played FF11. At one point she pushed her bed up to her desk so she wouldn't have to leave her bed to even turn the fucking console on.
And she would just say the most retarded things ever. Every time she openned her mouth is was an endless stream of obnoxious stupid and incorrect things. One time she told me her favorite beer was a wine cooler. And other she said that Harley Davidson motorcycles were the most advanced in the world.
And if you did something she didn't like she wouldn't talk to you about it. She set in front of your door at 8 am and talk about it to people on the phone. Where you could hear it. So I'd wake up a lot on Saturday morning to this cunt talking shit about me.
The worst thing she did to me personally was lighting my writing hand on fire. She got the great idea of making stir fry on a sunday night before finals. Well, she turned the wok on high and left the room to play FF11. The wok lights on fire. There is a 4 foot flame shooting up through the microwave. And she and the bf just stare at it like retards. So I take the wok, put it in the sink and throw baking powder on it. The fire drifts back onto my hand and burns the shit out three of my fingers. The skin blisters up and I can't focus for the rest of the night. I go to sleep with my hand in garbage can full of ice. When I went to walmart to get ointment for the burn, she called up all her friends to tell them how stupid I was for not knowing where her fire extinguisher was at, and not using it.
And lets not forget that the department made me take the Final with the unusable hand, which counted for 30-35% of my grade. Bombed it. Had to retake the class.
I forget when the bf figured it out she was a shit pile, but he eventually did. They broke up but she talked him into having sex. She lied about the birth control and got pregnant. She then wouldn't let him have any say in the birth or the kid. She gave it up for adoption. He and his family wanted to raise the kid but she ignored their pleas. She then found out the people who adopted the child lied and she had to take the kid back. Again he and his family pleaded to get custody of the kid. She again refused and gave the kid up again.
From talking to mutual friends, as insane as it sounds, it seems like she got pregnant and gave the kid up just to hurt him. Because he didn't love her enough or some shit.
She's one of the few people I can safely say I hate.
Why did you light your hand on fire?
Stupid I guess.
Was there no lid? Why did you think baking powder wasn't going to catch fire?
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