Mine have all been good. One of my buddies lived with a couple guys in a suite. The guy he was rooming with personally was such a fucking slob that he would pile up his clothes when he had worn them for a day or two, run out of clothes, and then wear the same ones in that pile and put the twice worn ones in a different pile. He would also routinely leave out drug paraphernalia and forget to put them away when security was knocking (loud parties in a college dorm most associated with quiet, studious kids). There were a couple different times when they smoked weed out of a hookah and stunk up the whole floor.
When it came time at the end of the year to move out, he found a couple brown recluse spiders in his roommate's side of the room, maybe some mold too, can't remember.
Another friend of mine lived with some kid with aspergers and he didn't know it until halfway through the year. It wasn't hard to tell that someone was wrong with this kid because he never showered or washed his own clothes. Then there's my cousin, who lived with a recluse. He (his reclusive roommate) only eats Ramen noodles and he cries actual tears when he doesn't get laid. Comedic gold right there.
When it came time at the end of the year to move out, he found a couple brown recluse spiders in his roommate's side of the room, maybe some mold too, can't remember.
Another friend of mine lived with some kid with aspergers and he didn't know it until halfway through the year. It wasn't hard to tell that someone was wrong with this kid because he never showered or washed his own clothes. Then there's my cousin, who lived with a recluse. He (his reclusive roommate) only eats Ramen noodles and he cries actual tears when he doesn't get laid. Comedic gold right there.
