Weird Flatmate

I've only ever shared a house with one or two other people, and I can't imagine what it wold be like living with more, like on Big Brother for example. This story that was sent in by Mel reaffirms my belief that more people equals more trouble...

"not sure if im doing this right but here goes...... I once found myself with the choice of moving back home to share a room with my ten year old sister (I was 24 at the time) or moving into a share house with a couple and 3 blokes needless to say independence prevailed. the couple consisted of a 40 something year old alcoholic woman and a twentysomething pot addicted guy constantly geting into fights about who was cheating on who and who smoked whos last ciggie and always in the lounge putting on a great show for all. the 2 guys, one a ageing hippie who was a painter with a heart of gold who was living there for the same reason as us all (small mining town limited accomadation) waitng for a place of his own so he could bring his lovely wife up to live... no dramas there... bloke 2 average looking 26 year old pretty sure of himself needless to say after an indulgent night we ended up shagging on the bathroom floor..also no dramas there these thing hapen......Peter guy no3...I'll start at the top shall I....50 year old woman hating alcoholic who only just owned half of the house so obviously he thought he made the rules no bear in mind here that this was all a very dodgy situation none of us had any form of lease and the man we considered our landlord owned the other half or the house, now no 3.. lets just call him bob was withuot a doubt the most disgusting man I have ever come across he live in a room at the back of the house with his equally disgusting dog who shared his mattress now as it was the deal was we all paid an amount to rent the room which included power and use of everthing in the house fair enough, I had a mobile phone so I wouldnt get caught in the whole I didnt make that call saga after living there for about 2 months bob comes home from his holiday to a disconnection notice for his phone being the angry horror that he is he decided to present me with a bill for 90 dollars I told him there had to be some sort of mistake as I had my own phone and didnt call anyone from his and he replies with ...this bill is for having the convenience of people being able to call you on the house phone.... now that cheap for ya and i could go on and on....... thanks for letting me share."

You're very welcome Mel, that's what we're here for. Have you got a story like Mel's that you want to share? Send it in or leave it below!

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Posted by davidw at 09:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

"not sure if im doing this right but here goes...... I once found myself with the choice of moving back home to share a room with my ten year old sister (I was 24 at the time) or moving into a share house with a couple and 3 blokes needless to say independence prevailed. the couple consisted of a 40 something year old alcoholic woman and a twentysomething pot addicted guy constantly geting into fights about who was cheating on who and who smoked whos last ciggie and always in the lounge putting on a great show for all. the 2 guys, one a ageing hippie who was a painter with a heart of gold who was living there for the same reason as us all (small mining town limited accomadation) waitng for a place of his own so he could bring his lovely wife up to live... no dramas there... bloke 2 average looking 26 year old pretty sure of himself needless to say after an indulgent night we ended up shagging on the bathroom floor..also no dramas there these thing hapen......Peter guy no3...I'll start at the top shall I....50 year old woman hating alcoholic who only just owned half of the house so obviously he thought he made the rules no bear in mind here that this was all a very dodgy situation none of us had any form of lease and the man we considered our landlord owned the other half or the house, now no 3.. lets just call him bob was withuot a doubt the most disgusting man I have ever come across he live in a room at the back of the house with his equally disgusting dog who shared his mattress now as it was the deal was we all paid an amount to rent the room which included power and use of everthing in the house fair enough, I had a mobile phone so I wouldnt get caught in the whole I didnt make that call saga after living there for about 2 months bob comes home from his holiday to a disconnection notice for his phone being the angry horror that he is he decided to present me with a bill for 90 dollars I told him there had to be some sort of mistake as I had my own phone and didnt call anyone from his and he replies with ...this bill is for having the convenience of people being able to call you on the house phone.... now that cheap for ya and i could go on and on....... thanks for letting me share." You're very welcome Mel, that's what we're here for. Have you got a story like Mel's that you want to share? Send it in or leave it below!

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Posted by davidw at 09:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

MySpace has provided me with more than a few tales of weirdness including this multipart, multi-weirdo one from Rodger....

"In college, I moved in to an apartment w/ 2 guys and a girl named Brandi,
who had a wierd cat named Mimi. Two days after I moved in (still getting to
know them), me an the other two guys were playing w/ her cat in the living
room, making it chase a ball. Brandi came out and was pissed that her cat
was doing flips, grabbed the cat and huffed back to her room. Twenty minutes
later she came back out and yelled, "you made Mimi shit blood!", and ran
back into her room.
Despite her wierdness, we all got along ok for the most part, but there was
more strangeness on the way. We weren't supposed to have pets in the
apartment, so one time when the maintenance man came over unannounced
(seeing the cat), she got so mad she threw a book at the chandelier and
broke it. She also had a habit of telling my friends about how I must say
she's a real bitch (which I didn't), and that she whined a lot. She did, but
I mostly told my friends that I had a wierd roommate.

For april fool's day, I found a tablet of post-it notes that said "no whining" on it. I put a few dozen around the kitchen, and put two in her bedroom as well. She didn't get home until that evening, when I was watching a movie with some friends. After a brief hi, she went into the kitchen, saw the notes, and didn't say anything.... After going to her room, the two post-it notes there evidently sent her over the top. She stormed out and told me "I've never met such an asshole", and grabbed my ponytail (back when I was a longhair), and yanked it, and ran back to her room. I think my friends formed their own opinions of her that night.

I should mention that she was reasonably cute, if you could look past the
bitchiness, whining, yelling, and lack of personallity. I never hit on her
or anything, but somehow it was even more wierd one night when I hung out
with a few of her friends. We went swimming in our underwear in the pool,
and when we got into the hot tub, she decided to go topless. Glad I never
did hit on her though... After she moved out, I found out from a neighbor
that she had been sleeping with guys at the telemarketing center where she
worked to pay for her trip to Europe.

Anyway, the video your sponsors made was so f*cking weird (but funny). Thought you might like thestory. Maybe you should do a movie on people like me, who seem to ATTRACT the wierd roommates. Lets see, there was the pissed off agnostic who kissed my friend the christian, the megadeath guy who stabbed the plastic santa with his sword collection, the short mexican who paced the room in the morning swearing under his breath, the guy from hong kong who shipped his stuff to our dorm but didn't show up until the last week of school (not realizing that we cracked the code on his suitcase and changed the combination to 666), or the wierd indian roommate I had who sat around in his underwear on the day the landloard came with a building inspector.

Fellow weirdo, out. "

Ummmm, maybe you're the weirdo Rodger. And you're right, maybe we should do a movie, or at the very least a post, about people who seem to attract more than their fair share of strange housemates. Do you attract weirdos to live with you? Why do you think that happens and what can you do to stop that from happening again? Let me know your thoughts...

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Posted by davidw at 11:33 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

"In college, I moved in to an apartment w/ 2 guys and a girl named Brandi, who had a wierd cat named Mimi. Two days after I moved in (still getting to know them), me an the other two guys were playing w/ her cat in the living room, making it chase a ball. Brandi came out and was pissed that her cat was doing flips, grabbed the cat and huffed back to her room. Twenty minutes later she came back out and yelled, "you made Mimi shit blood!", and ran back into her room. Despite her wierdness, we all got along ok for the most part, but there was more strangeness on the way. We weren't supposed to have pets in the apartment, so one time when the maintenance man came over unannounced (seeing the cat), she got so mad she threw a book at the chandelier and broke it. She also had a habit of telling my friends about how I must say she's a real bitch (which I didn't), and that she whined a lot. She did, but I mostly told my friends that I had a wierd roommate. For april fool's day, I found a tablet of post-it notes that said "no whining" on it. I put a few dozen around the kitchen, and put two in her bedroom as well. She didn't get home until that evening, when I was watching a movie with some friends. After a brief hi, she went into the kitchen, saw the notes, and didn't say anything.... After going to her room, the two post-it notes there evidently sent her over the top. She stormed out and told me "I've never met such an asshole", and grabbed my ponytail (back when I was a longhair), and yanked it, and ran back to her room. I think my friends formed their own opinions of her that night. I should mention that she was reasonably cute, if you could look past the bitchiness, whining, yelling, and lack of personallity. I never hit on her or anything, but somehow it was even more wierd one night when I hung out with a few of her friends. We went swimming in our underwear in the pool, and when we got into the hot tub, she decided to go topless. Glad I never did hit on her though... After she moved out, I found out from a neighbor that she had been sleeping with guys at the telemarketing center where she worked to pay for her trip to Europe. Anyway, the video your sponsors made was so f*cking weird (but funny). Thought you might like thestory. Maybe you should do a movie on people like me, who seem to ATTRACT the wierd roommates. Lets see, there was the pissed off agnostic who kissed my friend the christian, the megadeath guy who stabbed the plastic santa with his sword collection, the short mexican who paced the room in the morning swearing under his breath, the guy from hong kong who shipped his stuff to our dorm but didn't show up until the last week of school (not realizing that we cracked the code on his suitcase and changed the combination to 666), or the wierd indian roommate I had who sat around in his underwear on the day the landloard came with a building inspector. Fellow weirdo, out. " Ummmm, maybe you're the weirdo Rodger. And you're right, maybe we should do a movie, or at the very least a post, about people who seem to attract more than their fair share of strange housemates. Do you attract weirdos to live with you? Why do you think that happens and what can you do to stop that from happening again? Let me know your thoughts...

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Posted by davidw at 11:33 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Animals can be great companions, but what do you do when they become part of something more creepy? This story from Alexia is just plain strange....

"I once had the unique opportunity to live with "the cat's mohter". I moved into this persons place after answering an add and having to vacate my current premise in a hurry (another story, another day). Anyway, this girl had her own cat and after a little while I got a kitten myself.

One day my cat became sick and had to stay at the vets for observation - so the vet rings me one day saying they are getting persistent and numerous daily telephone calls from this girl asking about my cat and they said they wouldn't release any information. I said that's fine and I had a talk to her about it and she seemed fine and said she was just concerned and wouldn't do it again.

The very next day, the vet calls me again and says that she's now bringing her own cat in for visits! Things went down hill from there. She did other strange things also and once felt the need to explain to me in great deal about her rather large vaginal flaps - OMG!! Sick and strange little girl. "

Odd, strange, and peculiar I must say. I reckon I'd be outta there as soon as I realised she had a screw loose upstairs.

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Posted by davidw at 10:25 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

"I once had the unique opportunity to live with "the cat's mohter". I moved into this persons place after answering an add and having to vacate my current premise in a hurry (another story, another day). Anyway, this girl had her own cat and after a little while I got a kitten myself. One day my cat became sick and had to stay at the vets for observation - so the vet rings me one day saying they are getting persistent and numerous daily telephone calls from this girl asking about my cat and they said they wouldn't release any information. I said that's fine and I had a talk to her about it and she seemed fine and said she was just concerned and wouldn't do it again. The very next day, the vet calls me again and says that she's now bringing her own cat in for visits! Things went down hill from there. She did other strange things also and once felt the need to explain to me in great deal about her rather large vaginal flaps - OMG!! Sick and strange little girl. " Odd, strange, and peculiar I must say. I reckon I'd be outta there as soon as I realised she had a screw loose upstairs.

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Some of the stories you guys send in are often hilarious, like this story from Kitty about a weirdo, a shihtzu, Tarzan's Grip and a set of false teeth....

"Much like John Birmingham, I have lived with a large assortment of mentallers. One of the shining stars of that motley crew of crazies would have to be 'M'. This is his story. Well, one of them anyway... M was an older guy, seedy as hell and a real whinger. I own a spoilt shihtzu, who is, despite being spoilt, quite well behaved.

The flatmate wore partial false teeth. Don't worry, I'm going somwhere with this... One day, I was watching the teev, minding my own business and in storms M. Flailing like a drunken loonie, he brandishes his falsies, which are snapped into two bits. "Your dog!" he shrieks, bansheelike - "broke my teeth!" I stared at him, bemused and with barely supressed mirth asked "He what?" "BROKE MY TEETH!!!" sez he. Unfortunately, this conjured images of the shihtzu, capering about the house with M's false choppers in his gob. "Err, righto then".

M stomped off, swearing like a sailors parrot and slammed his door. (I might add at this point, M was fond of blaming the dog for EVERYTHING. Most of which the poor maligned dog was simply not capable of doing). ANYWAY. A few hours later, I wandered into the loungeroom and there was M. Hunkered down over the coffee table 'repairing' his teeth. With TARZAN'S GRIP!! Creative (read: CHEAP) fellow that he was. Repair them he did, then popped them back in his mouth and went on his way.

A few days later, he was shrieking again. It traspired that one of the 'mended' teeth had snapped and he had swallowed a goodly portion. He was full of plans to retrieve said bit of tooth (in the interests of good taste, I shall leave his methods of doing so to your imagination) which thankfully, he never executed. Fortunately, his tenure was shortlived. We exchanged him for a brand new crazy. "

Sounds like he got what he deserved, yeah? hehe

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Posted by davidw at 11:48 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

"Much like John Birmingham, I have lived with a large assortment of mentallers. One of the shining stars of that motley crew of crazies would have to be 'M'. This is his story. Well, one of them anyway... M was an older guy, seedy as hell and a real whinger. I own a spoilt shihtzu, who is, despite being spoilt, quite well behaved. The flatmate wore partial false teeth. Don't worry, I'm going somwhere with this... One day, I was watching the teev, minding my own business and in storms M. Flailing like a drunken loonie, he brandishes his falsies, which are snapped into two bits. "Your dog!" he shrieks, bansheelike - "broke my teeth!" I stared at him, bemused and with barely supressed mirth asked "He what?" "BROKE MY TEETH!!!" sez he. Unfortunately, this conjured images of the shihtzu, capering about the house with M's false choppers in his gob. "Err, righto then". M stomped off, swearing like a sailors parrot and slammed his door. (I might add at this point, M was fond of blaming the dog for EVERYTHING. Most of which the poor maligned dog was simply not capable of doing). ANYWAY. A few hours later, I wandered into the loungeroom and there was M. Hunkered down over the coffee table 'repairing' his teeth. With TARZAN'S GRIP!! Creative (read: CHEAP) fellow that he was. Repair them he did, then popped them back in his mouth and went on his way. A few days later, he was shrieking again. It traspired that one of the 'mended' teeth had snapped and he had swallowed a goodly portion. He was full of plans to retrieve said bit of tooth (in the interests of good taste, I shall leave his methods of doing so to your imagination) which thankfully, he never executed. Fortunately, his tenure was shortlived. We exchanged him for a brand new crazy. " Sounds like he got what he deserved, yeah? hehe

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A number of stories that are coming through revolve around a flatmates boyfriend or girlfriend. It seems that while the flatmate themselves are often lovely, things can get real ugly with the extra person...

Aiko writes: "During highschool, I knew a girl named Lily and her sweetheart Ben. We weren't really friends, but we got to talking before graduation and found out that we would all be attending the same college, so we decided to rent a flat together and share it. Lily and Ben seemed like nice people at first, but oh, was I wrong...

On our first night there, Lily and Ben invited over TONS of people. I'm serious, I had no idea how they knew this many people in the area already. There were probably 100 of them shoved into a tiny flat and they were all roaring drunk. Ben came into my room and threw up on my bed then passed out on my floor. When I tried to move him into their bedroom Lily got mad. The next morning I had to clean vomit out of the carpets and kick out people who'd passed out.

Ben and Lily turned out to be huge slobs. They also were very loud in bed. After a few weeks I was near the breaking point. I was about to be shocked by what came next. Lily and Ben had a very loud fight one night, throwing around dishes in the kitchen and tipping over furniture. I stayed in my room. Ben eventually packed up and left. Lily came in and threw a textbook at me. It turns out that she found some of my panties and bras in his drawers, along with photos of me sleeping! I was appalled! Lily spent the rest of the night crying uncontrollably and screaming at me. In a few days, I'd packed up and left.

Two years later, I haven't seen Ben at all but I see Lily around campus, and she apparently has told people that I stole her boyfriend. Whatever."

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Aiko writes: "During highschool, I knew a girl named Lily and her sweetheart Ben. We weren't really friends, but we got to talking before graduation and found out that we would all be attending the same college, so we decided to rent a flat together and share it. Lily and Ben seemed like nice people at first, but oh, was I wrong... On our first night there, Lily and Ben invited over TONS of people. I'm serious, I had no idea how they knew this many people in the area already. There were probably 100 of them shoved into a tiny flat and they were all roaring drunk. Ben came into my room and threw up on my bed then passed out on my floor. When I tried to move him into their bedroom Lily got mad. The next morning I had to clean vomit out of the carpets and kick out people who'd passed out. Ben and Lily turned out to be huge slobs. They also were very loud in bed. After a few weeks I was near the breaking point. I was about to be shocked by what came next. Lily and Ben had a very loud fight one night, throwing around dishes in the kitchen and tipping over furniture. I stayed in my room. Ben eventually packed up and left. Lily came in and threw a textbook at me. It turns out that she found some of my panties and bras in his drawers, along with photos of me sleeping! I was appalled! Lily spent the rest of the night crying uncontrollably and screaming at me. In a few days, I'd packed up and left. Two years later, I haven't seen Ben at all but I see Lily around campus, and she apparently has told people that I stole her boyfriend. Whatever."

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As a young, poor student I know I was more than a little naive about a lot in life, so I can totally relate to Lauren's story about her fantasy college living arrangements.....that went horribly, horribly wrong....

"I changed colleges my third year and moved to Arizona where I didn't know anyone. I wanted to live in a nice, luxury condo development and found one that was like club med for drunk, half naked college students. Perfect I thought. Only catch was they only had openings if you were willing to move in with someone who already lived there because of availability. I agreed to move in with what seemed to be a nice enough girl from Beverley Hills.

She of course turned out to be a complete disaster. Beyond that she was flat out annoying she was a complete slob. I mean like dishes for miles that never got done. She would follow me to parties and people would ask who brought the annoying fat girl and I would spend the rest of the night trying to escape from her. She eventually moved in her trashy townie bf, 3 dogs and a cat into our luxury, pet-free flat. I suppose everyone has had a roommate like this but she did something that takes the cake, or salmon in this case.

One night I came home from work and before I even got my key in the door I could smell a putrid, toxic stench seeping from our place. Our front door opened into our kitchen and when I got inside the whole place smelled like a nuclear war head had crashed into a fishing boat. I literally gagged and stumbled into my bedroom which also smelled like a contaminated cannery. After finding a shirt to put over my nose I braved the kitchen once more to find that the stupid bitch had actually tried to cook. Tried being the operative word.

She had gone to the store and bought a package of salmon, come home and turned the oven to 500 degrees and taken the plastic off of the salmon. She then put the salmon which was still in its blue styrofoam plastic lined tray onto a cookie sheet and left in the oven for like half an hour. It was completely corrosive with bits of salmon stuck in it and as I stood dry heaving in my kitchen shocked at what I was actually seeing my roommate walks out and says "I don't feel good, I ate some of that salmon but I don't think it cooked long enough" and then grabbed a soda and went back to her room. She actually ate it.

Unfuckingbelievable."

Couldn't have said it better myself Lauren. What happens to people like this girl that Lauren shared with? Do they sort their shit out or do they inflict themselves upon others until someone slaps them? Let me know what you think.Â

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Posted by davidw at 08:48 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

"I changed colleges my third year and moved to Arizona where I didn't know anyone. I wanted to live in a nice, luxury condo development and found one that was like club med for drunk, half naked college students. Perfect I thought. Only catch was they only had openings if you were willing to move in with someone who already lived there because of availability. I agreed to move in with what seemed to be a nice enough girl from Beverley Hills. She of course turned out to be a complete disaster. Beyond that she was flat out annoying she was a complete slob. I mean like dishes for miles that never got done. She would follow me to parties and people would ask who brought the annoying fat girl and I would spend the rest of the night trying to escape from her. She eventually moved in her trashy townie bf, 3 dogs and a cat into our luxury, pet-free flat. I suppose everyone has had a roommate like this but she did something that takes the cake, or salmon in this case. One night I came home from work and before I even got my key in the door I could smell a putrid, toxic stench seeping from our place. Our front door opened into our kitchen and when I got inside the whole place smelled like a nuclear war head had crashed into a fishing boat. I literally gagged and stumbled into my bedroom which also smelled like a contaminated cannery. After finding a shirt to put over my nose I braved the kitchen once more to find that the stupid bitch had actually tried to cook. Tried being the operative word. She had gone to the store and bought a package of salmon, come home and turned the oven to 500 degrees and taken the plastic off of the salmon. She then put the salmon which was still in its blue styrofoam plastic lined tray onto a cookie sheet and left in the oven for like half an hour. It was completely corrosive with bits of salmon stuck in it and as I stood dry heaving in my kitchen shocked at what I was actually seeing my roommate walks out and says "I don't feel good, I ate some of that salmon but I don't think it cooked long enough" and then grabbed a soda and went back to her room. She actually ate it. Unfuckingbelievable." Couldn't have said it better myself Lauren. What happens to people like this girl that Lauren shared with? Do they sort their shit out or do they inflict themselves upon others until someone slaps them? Let me know what you think.Â

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So here in Australia the latest series of Big Brother started a couple of weeks ago and to me it's "must watch TV". I live alone and after watching these guys have no privacy and drive each other nuts, I'm glad that I don't share my house with anyone else but my dog.

I reckon you'd have to be just a little weird to put yourself through the BB experience. Even though the stuff they show is the most extreme of flatmate behaviour and Big Brother likes to stir things up with strange tasks and punishments, there is so much that happens during the show that I've either heard about or experienced myself. I know that I wouldn't cope with the lack of privacy and just having people in my face all day and night, that would make me crazy and then I'd come across like a weirdo.

And so all this got me to thinking. Are some flatmates born weird or do they become weird because of the circumstances that they face in living with others? And do some people bring out the weirdness in others? What are your thoughts?

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I reckon you'd have to be just a little weird to put yourself through the BB experience. Even though the stuff they show is the most extreme of flatmate behaviour and Big Brother likes to stir things up with strange tasks and punishments, there is so much that happens during the show that I've either heard about or experienced myself. I know that I wouldn't cope with the lack of privacy and just having people in my face all day and night, that would make me crazy and then I'd come across like a weirdo. And so all this got me to thinking. Are some flatmates born weird or do they become weird because of the circumstances that they face in living with others? And do some people bring out the weirdness in others? What are your thoughts?

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There are times when we live with other people that we get a little lazy, careless even with cleaning up or keeping on top of chores and hygiene, but this story from Andrew takes it to a whole new level....

"Ok, this hippy guy moved in, I said we had room 4 a bit of storage under- he filled the entire area under the house, his 2 small pups tore up shit under the house and I had to ask him 4 times to clean it up, he left food out over night right up until almost lunchtime the next day and it stank despite my repeated requests, he turned his music up full and opened his door wide so he could go out the back and hear it and finally he crashed his mums car, wasn't there when the tow truck dropped it back at my place, so the driver dumped it on the footpath, outside the vacant lot next door, he left it there for 3 weeks then someone torched it- ignorant loser- Of course I turfed his dogs, his shit and his ass the hell out- oh and he couldnt be stuffed looking for another place on time so his dick head mate rescued him"

Now that is an all time horror flatmate story. It'd be enough to put me off sharing a house with someone again I think. Ever lived with someone like that? Share your story by leaving a comment below or send it in!

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"Ok, this hippy guy moved in, I said we had room 4 a bit of storage under- he filled the entire area under the house, his 2 small pups tore up shit under the house and I had to ask him 4 times to clean it up, he left food out over night right up until almost lunchtime the next day and it stank despite my repeated requests, he turned his music up full and opened his door wide so he could go out the back and hear it and finally he crashed his mums car, wasn't there when the tow truck dropped it back at my place, so the driver dumped it on the footpath, outside the vacant lot next door, he left it there for 3 weeks then someone torched it- ignorant loser- Of course I turfed his dogs, his shit and his ass the hell out- oh and he couldnt be stuffed looking for another place on time so his dick head mate rescued him" Now that is an all time horror flatmate story. It'd be enough to put me off sharing a house with someone again I think. Ever lived with someone like that? Share your story by leaving a comment below or send it in!

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Pets seem to elicit a strong response from you all with lots of stories about why pet owners can be weird as flatmates...

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Pets seem to elicit a strong response from you all with lots of stories about why pet owners can be weird as flatmates...

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Collette sent this sad little tale (no pun intended, really) about a dog and a drunkard...

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Collette sent this sad little tale (no pun intended, really) about a dog and a drunkard...

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