15 Poor Souls Share Stories Of Their Horrible Roommates.

15 Poor Souls Share Stories Of Their Horrible Roommates.

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9/15 Freshman year. Lived in a dorm room with 8 people, 4 rooms with 2 shared bathrooms. I don't know how the college thought that having that many 18 year old guys in one place was a good idea, but whatever.

Shower shared by the other 4 had gotten backed up because someone would shit in it and no one would take blame. Maintenance gave up trying to fix it as the problem would resurface after a week. Fetid water everywhere in a brand new building. They started using our shower near the end of the year, and sure enough it started clogging shortly before we left

I was never able to figure out who caused it, but someone thought it was a HILARIOUS idea to hide shit in plastic baggies all across the dorm. I found a bag in my desk, and then someone thought it would be hilarious to drop a deuce in the sink.

I'm honestly surprised I survived my first year of college.

glubglub9876

10/15 Freshman year of college, I lived in a tiny forced triple with one really cool girl and one crazy girl. Crazy girl had gynaecological issues but refused to see a doctor about them. She only got her period twice a year, so when she did get it they would be extremely heavy and last for several weeks. She also refused to wear tampons because they were "weird." So she would wear pads but would constantly bleed through them and onto her clothes. However, instead of putting her bloody clothes through the wash like a normal human, she would soak them in bowls of water on her desk. Our entire room reeked of period blood. This went on for weeks.

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11/15 As a freshman in college, I had a very lazy roommate. That in itself is ok most of the time. The problem for me was that our room was as far as possible from a bathroom.

The first pee incident was rather innocent. I woke up to the sound of running water. Did he leave our sink on? I wondered. But no. He was at our door, peeing into the hall. When I yelled at him to stop, he looked at me and said "but it's a urinal". It was not, but the alcohol he been consuming all night convinced him it was.

The next time however, he knew what he was doing. I woke up (different night) to hear the sound of pee hitting the trash bag. I later found out hid aim is poor, but that doesn't matter because when I yelled "what the hell are you doing?", he turned. Without stopping his stream. I later learned that he regularly kept a water bottle in his lofted bed to pee in, and peed in our sink occasionally, which I brushed my teeth and washed my face in nightly.

DetroitWolverines81

12/15 My first year in law school, I lived in a house with five foreign exchange students. One of the housemates, who was from Sweden, somehow thought that Southern California was too cold and bought a electric heater. The first use of the heater tripped out our circuit breaker, which wasn't that big of a deal. It did burn out my desktop, which resulted in the loss of a final brief I was writing for our legal writing class, but in the end, no biggie. I wrote like a fiend on my laptop the next day in the library, and did very well. But, he continued to insist on using the heater, never mind that it would trip the breaker every single time without fail.

After winter break, I returned to the house only to witness the kitchen on fire and used condoms strewn all over the house. Turns out that one of the housemates had been sanitizing some socks in a pot of boiling water, and had forgotten about it while having insane sexy time with his boyfriend. The water completely boiled out, and the socks caught on fire.

After the fire was put out and the condoms cleaned up (by the rest of us, he refused to touch his own condoms...), a truly rancid smell started to come out from the kitchen. We looked throughout the kitchen to no avail... until we pulled the refrigerator out. A whole raw chicken was rotting behind the fridge. Whose was it? You guessed it...

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