Weird Flatmate

"I think i once had the most hellish flatmate on the entire earth... Firstly i found a male flatmate out of the paper, who appeared to be a normal nice guy, but i had another thing coming....... As the weeks went by his first payment of rent was due, and he told me that rent would be a week late, so i gave him the benefit of the doubt....then it just got rediculous each time rent was due he would always be a week and a half late, so the entire time he was living with me i had to scronge around for two dollars to buy a loaf of bread because he wouldnt pay up on time. He never cleaned anything, and he would always leave messes all over the house for me to clean up, he stole half of my food , and i always found half of my breadloaf missing and half of my two minute noodles missing, and what makes it worse is that he even stole my food infront of my face! Then one week he asked me to borrow money for food because he was starving, because he spent all his money on pot. Everyday he smoked pot in my flat that the whole unit block reaked of it. He never once bought groceries and instead stole all of mine and with the his money he spent it all on pot.He even had drug dealers that came to my front door! He coninually had parties and people over without my permission, and it left me to clean up all the mess they made in my house from the parties he had. One night he decided to have a massive party at 4 in the morning while i had to get up for work the next day, it went for two hrs.One day he broke my designer lamp (accidentally), he broke my good scissors from cutting up pot with them, and broke all my fridge magnets. Then one day to my dismay.....he told me he was an ex criminal for car theiving, and he used to be in prison. After finding this out i was scared for my life, and asked him for rent and half of an electricity bill that he was two weeks late paying... he refused to pay for either...So then i kicked him out...Couple of days later all his family and freinds came over and abused and threatend me, and told me that kicking him out is an awfull thing to do and i had no right in doing it(i gave him a week to get out), after asking him to leave three times he refused to move out!!After his family and freinds abused and threatend me i went to the police... The next night i asked him to leave for the last time and gave him one hr to get out, so he just walked out, and said "sweet". I removed all of his belongings and put them out on the front landing, got his keys and locked the door behind me. His family came to collect him and he and his family started shouting and cussing at me and trying to bang down my door, his family started to threaten me and threaten to stalk me, and threaten to kill me. I was so scared that i was shaking... Then my flat mate came back and asked me if he could leave his belingings in my garage.....ofcourse i said no, so after about 4 hours of threats, violence and nonsense they finally got his belongings and left. When i walked outside to the front landing i saw that the whole front of my house and my door had been vandalised. And thats not it.... they kept sending me abusive and threatening sms so i had to change my number. Then a week later he came back and poured bleach and red die, under my front door, all over my carpet as a revenge attack. Please be careful of this man!!" Scary stuff Toni and I'm guessing that you refuse to live with someone you don't know really well, or that you now live on your own? Have you got a story like this one? Share it with us!

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Posted by davidw at 02:00 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

"Hello world! I am a roommate veteran. Currently I am into my sixth account of sharing a flat, and today I'm going to tell you about no. 2. The entire situation was rather bizarre now that I look back on it, because I met the guy who actually rented out the place almost half a year after I left. That's when he took down the place because it went to the dogs because of a roommate specimen that I will tell you about. He lived in the smallest room, supposedly because he'd pay the smallest amount of rent. He was 27 and in his third semester of studying law. And he was high a lot. I put up a computer for everyone in the flat (4 people on paper, usually around 6 people there) so I wouldn't get home and find other people's email accounts still logged in on my computer. Never ever do anything even close to like this with a weirdo.

I actually intensified the situation with this, because now he had set up a "computer corner" right in front of my door and was permanently sitting there watching videos. Preferrably during late hours and having turned up the sound. Let alone having his nextdoor mattress of a girlfriend over a lot. At some point I realized he was downloading pornography. How could I tell? Maybe it was because of the suggestive downloads in queue in the file sharing program. Which is an entire new world of a story, as you all know how much fun an overloaded Internet connection is. So I deleted his porn and cancelled those downloads naturally. The next morning he came home and started an aggravated discussion about our collectively bought food. He told me that I was using only the shared food and that this way it would be too expensive for him. Too bad that I had spent more than ten times as much as he had on food and he said that he'd "go and buy more food now" instead of reimbursing me. At some point when I said I'd bought extra food just for myself, which I had not put in the kitchen with the rest, he said that I was trying to get him down by doing all the "things I do". His words still ring in my ears: "I came home and all my porn is deleted!" I fled the place eventually." If you're an expert, why not share your experiences with the rest of us?

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Posted by davidw at 09:49 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I got this story a few days ago from Karina.... "Worst flatmate ever? I had a flatmate once who was the flatmate from hell. I came back from holiday once to find half of my wardrobe missing - some of it she had 'borrowed' amd the rest she had 'lent' to a friend... Most of it I never got back. She had her boyfriend over lots, and made it really impossible for me to be in the living room, as they were draped over both sofas...(bear in mind that it is my flat). She'd wake me up in the middle of the night to ask for a condom... she would use my food, toiletries, and I'm sure she probably used my toothbrush as well. She also hated me seeing my friends - I had to hang out with her or no-one! When she moved out, she helped herself to a suitcase and some bedlinen of mine, and refused to hand over the keys. Literally, the flatmate from hell!" I feel your pain Karina and it's even worse when you come home and not only is your stuff missing, but your flatmate seems to have done a runner as well. Not that this has happened to me....

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Posted by davidw at 11:51 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

"My crazy sophmore year roommate would eat canned salmon straight from the can. She would also make rice balls, wrap them in plastic wrap, leave them for a week and then eat it. She also got really mad at us once because we had thrown out a 5 pound bag of potatoes that had gone really bad and were stinking up the whole apartment. She thought that we had been digging through her stuff and taking her stuff. We tried to explain to her that the only reason we looked in her pantry was because we were looking for whatever it was that was so stinky. She also shared a room with a girl that was obsessed with ewan McGregor and had a cardboard cut out of Obi Wan Kanobi and my crazy roommate left a post it note saying your card board cape boy stinks. We thought she meant that it smelled bad, and it took us awhile to realize that she meant that it sucked. My Ewan McGregor obsessed roommate also made the crazy roommate was all of her clothes because they smelled like mold. I could go on, she was the weirdest person I have ever met." I know of a few celebrity obsessed folk out there. Have you ever lived with one? What were they like?

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Posted by davidw at 10:42 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

"He eats really weird food...tonight for dinner, he had rice, mustard, lime pickle, bacon, mushy peas, nuts/seeds/raisins - all together in sandwiches - disgusting!" Then there's this one from Brian who says writes that "he used to eat peanut butter sandwiches after every meal, including breakfast." What's with that? Why have them after every meal? Very odd. And Sophie sent me this one about her flattie "He was (a friend) but a total freak - most freaksih being that he ate corned beef and tuna and some Kwik Save korma sauce mushed up together. " Mmmmm, sounds delicious doesn't it? Vile, more like it. Got something to share? Send it in or let me know below.

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Posted by davidw at 09:41 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

"We also have a weird housemate who never leaves his room. It’s really starting to bother everyone cos we want to know what hes doing. Its like being in a haunted house, theres just this presence there perminantly. He dosnt have a job, never goes to uni, never goes out except to the supermarket if he REALLY needs to and only comes down to cook food then disapears up to his room to eat it. He also never does anything around the house and when we ran out of binliners and convinced him it WAS his turn to buy them, he put one in the bin and stashed the rest in his room. Everytime he comes down to feed he always gets in everyones business but never gets involved in anything the rest of us are doing. When i first moved in i invited him out everytime i went to the pub or clubbing or a party but he always said no ive got stuff to do BUT WHAT??? No one in our house has seen him go and have a shower or bath, the toilet and the sink are in seperate rooms and he never goes in to wash his hands after using the toilet (unless he washes them in the toilet after flushing) and somehow always manages to piss all over the floor and doesnt clean it up. One weekend he had this equally weird girl over and they sat in his room all weekend. The walls are paper thin and there was no music, no talking and they definatly werent shagging! If anyone has any answers or theorys PLEASE PLEASE let us know as it is driving us up the wall. Thankyou" So can you help? What do you reckon he's doing in there? Does he have some new efficient way of cleaning himself without using water? Let me know what you think?

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Posted by davidw at 10:30 AM | Permalink | Comments (7)

I'm convinced that after more than a few flatmates over the years that I seem to attract weirdos to live with me. There was the guy who'd play opera arias at all hours of the night, another who thought it was cool to leave his leftovers in the fridge for weeks at a time, and yet another who instead of washing his clothes used to just replace them with new ones and throw the old ones out....

See what I mean about some people attracting weirdos? I now live alone cause I just know that if I try living with someone again, they'll just come out with another weird trait that will drive me nuts. Are you like this? Do you, or have you, attracted weirdos to share your house? Let me know.

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Posted by davidw at 12:11 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

See what I mean about some people attracting weirdos? I now live alone cause I just know that if I try living with someone again, they'll just come out with another weird trait that will drive me nuts. Are you like this? Do you, or have you, attracted weirdos to share your house? Let me know.

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Posted by davidw at 12:11 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

I once lived with a guy for a few months until our living situation became very strained. He'd been getting progressively more distant and odd and the last straw came when I caught him moving out....

I knew that he was moving out sometime within a week or two, but he'd been evasive as to the actual date. I had a hunch that he was going to move on a particular work day so I stayed home from work and lo and behold, he came in around lunchtime and much to his surprise, he� found me home. On his way home he'd grabbed a Macca's meal and after berating me for being in my own apartment during the day that he wanted to move out, he proceeded to throw the McDonalds food all over me and the house. He moved out entirely later that day owing me money for bills and back rent and without saying another word to me. Talk about wierd.

Had a scary run in with someone moving in or out? Let me know all about it.

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Posted by davidw at 11:21 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

I knew that he was moving out sometime within a week or two, but he'd been evasive as to the actual date. I had a hunch that he was going to move on a particular work day so I stayed home from work and lo and behold, he came in around lunchtime and much to his surprise, he� found me home. On his way home he'd grabbed a Macca's meal and after berating me for being in my own apartment during the day that he wanted to move out, he proceeded to throw the McDonalds food all over me and the house. He moved out entirely later that day owing me money for bills and back rent and without saying another word to me. Talk about wierd. Had a scary run in with someone moving in or out? Let me know all about it.

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Posted by davidw at 11:21 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

I hate cleaning up after other people and so this story sent in from Nina� really hit a nerve with me...

"I shared a house with this Irish bloke once. He drank copious amounts of tea (usually mine) and instead of throwing the tea bags in the bin he'd either leave them in the cup or on the kitchen bench or where ever he had his cuppa. Is anyone aware of how gross it is to have to fish out a used tea bag out of someone elses cup after its been left there a few days? sometimes Id go on strike and refuse to clean up but ended up doing so because I couldnt bear it. It was annoying too that when friends dropped over and I went to offer a cup of tea Id find all my teabags used and not replaced and no clean cups to serve them in.

One time this guy 'offered' to make me a cup of tea and went into the kitchen to do so only to come back out about a minute later and say " I would but we're out of cups" meaning that because I hadnt cleaned up after him again he couldnt bring himself to rinse a couple of tea cups as a 'favour' to me He was also always crying poor when it came to rent/bill day only to be caught drinking pints of guiness down the pub all night. We tried to throw him out but he refused to leave even though he was not on the lease contract. We ended up having to pay him to go. has anyone heard the saying 'have you ever given someone money only to never hear from them again? well it was probably worth it' "

Got an annoying trait like that or live with someone who does? Share your story with the world :)

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Posted by davidw at 10:29 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

"I shared a house with this Irish bloke once. He drank copious amounts of tea (usually mine) and instead of throwing the tea bags in the bin he'd either leave them in the cup or on the kitchen bench or where ever he had his cuppa. Is anyone aware of how gross it is to have to fish out a used tea bag out of someone elses cup after its been left there a few days? sometimes Id go on strike and refuse to clean up but ended up doing so because I couldnt bear it. It was annoying too that when friends dropped over and I went to offer a cup of tea Id find all my teabags used and not replaced and no clean cups to serve them in. One time this guy 'offered' to make me a cup of tea and went into the kitchen to do so only to come back out about a minute later and say " I would but we're out of cups" meaning that because I hadnt cleaned up after him again he couldnt bring himself to rinse a couple of tea cups as a 'favour' to me He was also always crying poor when it came to rent/bill day only to be caught drinking pints of guiness down the pub all night. We tried to throw him out but he refused to leave even though he was not on the lease contract. We ended up having to pay him to go. has anyone heard the saying 'have you ever given someone money only to never hear from them again? well it was probably worth it' " Got an annoying trait like that or live with someone who does? Share your story with the world :)

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Posted by davidw at 10:29 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

An anonymous poster sent in this story of a wild house party� that had lots of cute girls, lots of booze, and lots of cleaning to do afterwards....

"We had a massive party one night courtesy of the Brisbane Sharehouse Network. Anyways, my housemate invited her petite little 'bacardi breezer' friends who nailed away a sh*t load of vodka each. One of them got so smashed she had to go pray to the porcelin gods. F*ckin TURN IT UP....That little whore blew chunks all over the back of the toilet wall and the side wall.... I dont actually think any spew went in the toilet. Then, one of my mates "fell asleep" on the lounge room floor while everyone else just walked over him... I woke up the next morning and the bastard spewed his dinner up on the beige carpet - which appeared to be a pretty tomatoey spag bol.....Scum bag! hahaha it was pretty hard to clean and ended up staining the carpet a weird orange colour...mmmm Thanks Des...."

If there is one thing I hate more than anything else, it's having to clean up someone else's spew. Got a good flatmate spew story you wanna share? Send it in or leave a comment below.

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Posted by davidw at 10:35 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

"We had a massive party one night courtesy of the Brisbane Sharehouse Network. Anyways, my housemate invited her petite little 'bacardi breezer' friends who nailed away a sh*t load of vodka each. One of them got so smashed she had to go pray to the porcelin gods. F*ckin TURN IT UP....That little whore blew chunks all over the back of the toilet wall and the side wall.... I dont actually think any spew went in the toilet. Then, one of my mates "fell asleep" on the lounge room floor while everyone else just walked over him... I woke up the next morning and the bastard spewed his dinner up on the beige carpet - which appeared to be a pretty tomatoey spag bol.....Scum bag! hahaha it was pretty hard to clean and ended up staining the carpet a weird orange colour...mmmm Thanks Des...." If there is one thing I hate more than anything else, it's having to clean up someone else's spew. Got a good flatmate spew story you wanna share? Send it in or leave a comment below.

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Posted by davidw at 10:35 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Hugh sent in a request for me to ask for your comments regarding a situation that he has found himself in. "What do you do when your flatmate moves their partner in but you still have to split all the bills 50/50?"

Good question Hugh and it's something that more than a few of us have probably experienced on some level.

Hugh says that the flatmates partner moved in without him being asked if it was ok, they are eating all the food, using all the amenities of the flat but they aren't contributing to the running of the household at all.

Hardly seems fair to me, I'd ask them for some $ pronto or give the pair of them marching orders. What do you guys think?

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Posted by davidw at 09:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Good question Hugh and it's something that more than a few of us have probably experienced on some level. Hugh says that the flatmates partner moved in without him being asked if it was ok, they are eating all the food, using all the amenities of the flat but they aren't contributing to the running of the household at all. Hardly seems fair to me, I'd ask them for some $ pronto or give the pair of them marching orders. What do you guys think?

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Posted by davidw at 09:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I've always viewed living with someone as a mere business transaction. I've never really wanted to be best friends with any of them, as nice as some of them have been. It's mainly cause when you need to end the transaction,� it sometimes get nasty, like this story from Bec shows...

"I had some horrible and nasty young little flatmates who thought that we should all be Best Mates (someone watched Friends too much) so because I didnt want to go clubbing to their choice of venue or do everything with them they decided that I was no longer welcome… .so as I moved out I broke both toilets so that they leaked over a bucket of water, put conditioner in their face cream, took their alcohol and left half empty bottles behind, left cream behind the lounge and in the bottom of their undie draws.

Also I arranged all the utilities to be disconnected on a Friday afternoon as they were all in my name!!! I can tell you now how happy they were all I can say is that they needed to grow up and learn to live in the real world!"

I gotta tell you, that Bec sounds like a first class pyscho b*tch! Have you ever lived with someone who got feral on the way out the door? Let me know all about it!

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Posted by davidw at 04:57 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

"I had some horrible and nasty young little flatmates who thought that we should all be Best Mates (someone watched Friends too much) so because I didnt want to go clubbing to their choice of venue or do everything with them they decided that I was no longer welcome… .so as I moved out I broke both toilets so that they leaked over a bucket of water, put conditioner in their face cream, took their alcohol and left half empty bottles behind, left cream behind the lounge and in the bottom of their undie draws. Also I arranged all the utilities to be disconnected on a Friday afternoon as they were all in my name!!! I can tell you now how happy they were all I can say is that they needed to grow up and learn to live in the real world!" I gotta tell you, that Bec sounds like a first class pyscho b*tch! Have you ever lived with someone who got feral on the way out the door? Let me know all about it!

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Posted by davidw at 04:57 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

I've heard of people doing some strange things whilst they're asleep but this little story from Richie left me asking - what the?

"I’ve several stories about just one housemate… but the one that takes the cake would be his ’sleep-cooking’. As the other two of us in the house were working shifts, we assumed the continual, horrible oily mess in the kitchen pouring out of two frypans and half a box of ripped-open prawn crackers was the other’s fault. When noone confessed, we set up a camera in the kitchen and caught our third housemate doddling out of his bed at 3 am, eyes completely shut, cranking up the gas stove and cooking a few prawn crackers. He then ate one, threw the others in the bin and went back to bed. This all before leaning a bit too close to the webcam and moaning something along the lines of “meeeeaaaahhhmpphhhffaaawaaaagghh!”.

and these days people wonder what im on about when i ask them if they have any disturbing nocturnal habits…"

Well I've heard it all now. Know someone who� partakes in� weird nighttime activities? Send me your best stories now!

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Posted by davidw at 11:53 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

"I’ve several stories about just one housemate… but the one that takes the cake would be his ’sleep-cooking’. As the other two of us in the house were working shifts, we assumed the continual, horrible oily mess in the kitchen pouring out of two frypans and half a box of ripped-open prawn crackers was the other’s fault. When noone confessed, we set up a camera in the kitchen and caught our third housemate doddling out of his bed at 3 am, eyes completely shut, cranking up the gas stove and cooking a few prawn crackers. He then ate one, threw the others in the bin and went back to bed. This all before leaning a bit too close to the webcam and moaning something along the lines of “meeeeaaaahhhmpphhhffaaawaaaagghh!”. and these days people wonder what im on about when i ask them if they have any disturbing nocturnal habits…" Well I've heard it all now. Know someone who� partakes in� weird nighttime activities? Send me your best stories now!

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Posted by davidw at 11:53 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

These are� new terms that I've coined for those that have a fear or inability to clean up after themselves. I hate to think what people who are considering living with someone new whilst reading this site must be thinking with all these stories about filthy flatmates...

Jessica from the US wrote to me detailing her experiences with some UK flatmates....

"I'm an American studying in the UK, and my 3 uni flatmates aren't weird, they're just vile! First, the kitchen: they will make a full 3 course meal, yet never put any of the food back in the refrigerator or clean the pots, pans, and plates they used. My refusal to tidy up after them only means things gets moldy, crusted, foul smelling, and I've come home from holiday to find large flies buzzing about the kitchen! Also, they throw rubbish in the bin, and even tie the bag up when full, but never take it out. There's about 10 bags of rubbish just sitting there unless I take them out. Next, the shower: the boys, quite frankly, pee in the shower, and they're proud of it! There's a growing yellow mark on one of the walls, not to mention that distinct smell... Finally, the cleptomania: I couldn't tell you who's been taking random things, but all of us have suffered from it. Problem is, I've often been woken up in the middle of the night by my flatmates talking loudly about how I must be the thief because I'm "American and all Americans hate England and English people" (Why would I fly across the Atlantic to study in a place I hated?Honestly). Despite having lost many an item as well money to the infamous clepto roaming our flat, I have been pegged as the guilty party. I even had a university official come in and check my room in front of them to show that I didn't have what they claimed was stolen. Their response? "She's hidden our stuff somewhere else then!". There's just no pleasing some people."

There's now been a couple of stories about people having all sorts of trouble with their international flatmates and so it got me to thinking - Are international flatmates worse than local ones? And if so, which country produces the worst flatmates? Leave your comments below!

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Posted by davidw at 11:14 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)

Jessica from the US wrote to me detailing her experiences with some UK flatmates.... "I'm an American studying in the UK, and my 3 uni flatmates aren't weird, they're just vile! First, the kitchen: they will make a full 3 course meal, yet never put any of the food back in the refrigerator or clean the pots, pans, and plates they used. My refusal to tidy up after them only means things gets moldy, crusted, foul smelling, and I've come home from holiday to find large flies buzzing about the kitchen! Also, they throw rubbish in the bin, and even tie the bag up when full, but never take it out. There's about 10 bags of rubbish just sitting there unless I take them out. Next, the shower: the boys, quite frankly, pee in the shower, and they're proud of it! There's a growing yellow mark on one of the walls, not to mention that distinct smell... Finally, the cleptomania: I couldn't tell you who's been taking random things, but all of us have suffered from it. Problem is, I've often been woken up in the middle of the night by my flatmates talking loudly about how I must be the thief because I'm "American and all Americans hate England and English people" (Why would I fly across the Atlantic to study in a place I hated?Honestly). Despite having lost many an item as well money to the infamous clepto roaming our flat, I have been pegged as the guilty party. I even had a university official come in and check my room in front of them to show that I didn't have what they claimed was stolen. Their response? "She's hidden our stuff somewhere else then!". There's just no pleasing some people." There's now been a couple of stories about people having all sorts of trouble with their international flatmates and so it got me to thinking - Are international flatmates worse than local ones? And if so, which country produces the worst flatmates? Leave your comments below!

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Posted by davidw at 11:14 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)

When things go sour between flatmates, there is always the temptation to want to exact revenge upon those who've crossed us. I know I've been tempted before but I've never really gone through with it, unlike Rob who added a little something to the booze....

"I apparently was tried and convicted before I knew I was in trouble. I was blamed for something completely wrong and after a day of moving furniture, came home to a punch in the face. Things were "settled" and I didn't get a damn apology. I also was not invited to a party the following week so I showed up anyway and brought "booze". I let all them know exactly what I thought of them ,grabbed my stuff but left the booze there. A friend knew about the booze because I put exlax in it. He later confirmed that they drank it and had a terrible night!!!

Hahahha! Now I love reading this kind of sh*t! Have you ever exacted your revenge on bad flatmates and what did you do? Leave a comment below or send your story in!

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Posted by davidw at 10:59 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)

"I apparently was tried and convicted before I knew I was in trouble. I was blamed for something completely wrong and after a day of moving furniture, came home to a punch in the face. Things were "settled" and I didn't get a damn apology. I also was not invited to a party the following week so I showed up anyway and brought "booze". I let all them know exactly what I thought of them ,grabbed my stuff but left the booze there. A friend knew about the booze because I put exlax in it. He later confirmed that they drank it and had a terrible night!!! Hahahha! Now I love reading this kind of sh*t! Have you ever exacted your revenge on bad flatmates and what did you do? Leave a comment below or send your story in!

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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.�

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"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.�

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Another in this current series of the World's Worst Flatmates with all the things I love to cringe at - maggots,� sex and just a hint of madness!

Sandy forwarded me this horror story about a flatmate situation that she endured...

"I had a flatmate from hell. This certain person generates alot of interest when I talk about the things he has done. For starters, he was like every other 'bad flatmate' stereotype. Fat, lazy, rude and got everything handed to him on a plate. I moved in with my boyfriend last September and 'bad flatmate' had been a friend for some time. But no one really knows what a person is like until you live with them. The three of us started of okay....

He NEVER did the dishes, I mean NEVER. It got so bad, I was cleaning HIS room one day and found 3 week old chicken pieces with maggots in them. He would beat off in the bathroom and use our towels for clean up. He used to take care of the pool and chlorinate it. It was left for 4 weeks and it turned dark green.

He had a girlfriend who he would have sex on our bed while we weren't home. He made no effort to cover it up, dirty condoms on the pillows and his clothes strewn on our carpet. But when she wasn't around he would get these very young girls over. They would all willingly get drunk and he would chase them nude around the house with an army helmet on. This happened on several occassions.

He would eat ALL of our food then go shopping for tim tams and ice cream and hit us up for half the money. He borrowed 12 of our dvd's and not one came back without a scratch and 8 we never saw again. The big one: He would collect the rent off us each saturday religeously to take it to his mum (she owned the house) and we got kicked out cause we 'never payed it on time'.

Three weeks after we move out we find out from his new ex-girlfriend, he spent it on smokes, gambling and booze and then told his mum we had given him nothing. WILL you are a loser, mummy's boy, coward and a big fat lazy slob. Hope you read this cause you are the flatmate from hell! P.S. The photo is of the inside bin when he decided to let the dogs inside and then go to sleep."

Speechless!

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Sandy forwarded me this horror story about a flatmate situation that she endured... "I had a flatmate from hell. This certain person generates alot of interest when I talk about the things he has done. For starters, he was like every other 'bad flatmate' stereotype. Fat, lazy, rude and got everything handed to him on a plate. I moved in with my boyfriend last September and 'bad flatmate' had been a friend for some time. But no one really knows what a person is like until you live with them. The three of us started of okay.... He NEVER did the dishes, I mean NEVER. It got so bad, I was cleaning HIS room one day and found 3 week old chicken pieces with maggots in them. He would beat off in the bathroom and use our towels for clean up. He used to take care of the pool and chlorinate it. It was left for 4 weeks and it turned dark green. He had a girlfriend who he would have sex on our bed while we weren't home. He made no effort to cover it up, dirty condoms on the pillows and his clothes strewn on our carpet. But when she wasn't around he would get these very young girls over. They would all willingly get drunk and he would chase them nude around the house with an army helmet on. This happened on several occassions. He would eat ALL of our food then go shopping for tim tams and ice cream and hit us up for half the money. He borrowed 12 of our dvd's and not one came back without a scratch and 8 we never saw again. The big one: He would collect the rent off us each saturday religeously to take it to his mum (she owned the house) and we got kicked out cause we 'never payed it on time'. Three weeks after we move out we find out from his new ex-girlfriend, he spent it on smokes, gambling and booze and then told his mum we had given him nothing. WILL you are a loser, mummy's boy, coward and a big fat lazy slob. Hope you read this cause you are the flatmate from hell! P.S. The photo is of the inside bin when he decided to let the dogs inside and then go to sleep." Speechless! Got a story that is worse than this one? Share it now!

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For most people, our homes are our sanctuaries. The place we go to get away from it all. So what happens when your home becomes a hell-hole, inhabited by slobs and strangers?

Michele submitted this long story that like some of the others leaves me lost for words...

"Okay. So you think you have heard it all? no way. I lived with a guy who I met through a mutual friend. I couldnt afford a flat of my own so I needed a roomate in a matter of days. He seemed nice enough & we both acknowledged that we werent attracted to the other. He was a drummer & I was an art student. That was where all the normal facts end.

After living with him about a week, he began his daily ritual of plopping his fat bottom in front of the ice box, so when I came home and walked in the door, all I saw was the door with this fat bottom sticking out from behind it and a pair of beady eyes peering over the top to see who had come in. As he shut the door, I saw the noodles of my Take Out leftovers hannging out of his mouth and his left hand reaching in the white carton to get more. NO FORK. JUST HANDS. He proceeded to attempt to offer me some which I of course refused.

He was Jewish and I was Buddhist/Vegan. So most of the time our dishes being exchanged wasnt a problem, but I came down the stairs one morning to an empty house and a full sink, riddled with some ceremonial fish that had been left there since the night before. The stench was repulsive.

When I had people over, you can forget intimacy. We lived in a three story house, of which his was the 2nd floor and mine was the top. There was no reason for him to come upstairs, yet every evening, after my shower, I would hear his plodding steps coming toward my bedroom (and the door being broken meant I couldnt close it. I yelled, "what do you want" before he barged in. He said "Oh, I didn't know you were home".

Other occasions I would be sleeping (mind you, Im 19 sleeping in next to nothing because its hot on the top floor) with or without a handsome guest, he would inevitably end up in my room staring at my bottom for some strange 10 minutes.

Oh! And he NEVER wore more than an undersized pair of shorts & tube socks! It was HYSTERICAL to me because he had this Austin Powers type patch of hair on his chest and for better lack of a word, man-boobs. The most hysterical thing you have ever seen.

What made me leave was coming home to an empty flat with the door being open. I thought I had been robbed. I tiptoed inside with my cellular phone in hand. The window had been broken. The house was messy, and I heard footsteps upstairs. I panicked and just as I was about to dial the police his best friend comes parading down the stairs in my underwear. He's smiling and dancing and I want to kill him for scaring me. Then I figure out that he hasnt been let in.

"How did you get in here?" I asked? He replied "Well since we knocked a long time and no one answered, we broke the window and just came in". I looked over by the window to see that the stereo beneath it had been broken by their landing. I packed up and left. From him to his friends it was enough."

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Michele submitted this long story that like some of the others leaves me lost for words... "Okay. So you think you have heard it all? no way. I lived with a guy who I met through a mutual friend. I couldnt afford a flat of my own so I needed a roomate in a matter of days. He seemed nice enough & we both acknowledged that we werent attracted to the other. He was a drummer & I was an art student. That was where all the normal facts end. After living with him about a week, he began his daily ritual of plopping his fat bottom in front of the ice box, so when I came home and walked in the door, all I saw was the door with this fat bottom sticking out from behind it and a pair of beady eyes peering over the top to see who had come in. As he shut the door, I saw the noodles of my Take Out leftovers hannging out of his mouth and his left hand reaching in the white carton to get more. NO FORK. JUST HANDS. He proceeded to attempt to offer me some which I of course refused. He was Jewish and I was Buddhist/Vegan. So most of the time our dishes being exchanged wasnt a problem, but I came down the stairs one morning to an empty house and a full sink, riddled with some ceremonial fish that had been left there since the night before. The stench was repulsive. When I had people over, you can forget intimacy. We lived in a three story house, of which his was the 2nd floor and mine was the top. There was no reason for him to come upstairs, yet every evening, after my shower, I would hear his plodding steps coming toward my bedroom (and the door being broken meant I couldnt close it. I yelled, "what do you want" before he barged in. He said "Oh, I didn't know you were home". Other occasions I would be sleeping (mind you, Im 19 sleeping in next to nothing because its hot on the top floor) with or without a handsome guest, he would inevitably end up in my room staring at my bottom for some strange 10 minutes. Oh! And he NEVER wore more than an undersized pair of shorts & tube socks! It was HYSTERICAL to me because he had this Austin Powers type patch of hair on his chest and for better lack of a word, man-boobs. The most hysterical thing you have ever seen. What made me leave was coming home to an empty flat with the door being open. I thought I had been robbed. I tiptoed inside with my cellular phone in hand. The window had been broken. The house was messy, and I heard footsteps upstairs. I panicked and just as I was about to dial the police his best friend comes parading down the stairs in my underwear. He's smiling and dancing and I want to kill him for scaring me. Then I figure out that he hasnt been let in. "How did you get in here?" I asked? He replied "Well since we knocked a long time and no one answered, we broke the window and just came in". I looked over by the window to see that the stereo beneath it had been broken by their landing. I packed up and left. From him to his friends it was enough."

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Some of the stories you guys have sent in to me have kept me up half the night because they show the very worst of flatmate behaviour. Like this one from� Adam that even I don't even know where to start with...

"I found Linda through an ad in the local paper. Coincidence was Linda had the same name as my girlfriend and her boyfriends name was the same as mine. She was a very good looking young woman, very presentable. She did shiftwork, so I rarely saw her.

However I knew when she had been home as the kitchen was always left in a mess..dirty dishes, milk left out, food scraps left on the benchtops, etc; Then I started answering the phone to people asking for her boyfriend (remember he had the same name as me so sometimes confusion reigned).

I had decided to kick her out after a few weeks and planned to tell her next time I saw her. It was the following Saturday we caught up. I came home to find them half naked,exploring each other and totally pissed on the loungeroom floor. They got drunk from the scotch they had found in my room! Packed and gone by lunchtime the next day.

After she left I checked over her room. Besides the usual rubbish one leaves behind in a hurry, I found dishes and pots with mouldy food in the wardrobe and drawers, takeaway boxes with chicken scraps, used condoms and the worst of all used tampons under her bed, a fresh one obviously left that morning! Puke!

What astounded me the most was that Linda was a nurse! A week later she had the cheek to ask for her bond back. After bills, her boyfriends interstate phone calls, a bottle of scotch and my cleaning fees all she got back was a $1.80 from $250.00. I didn't know she had such a foul mouth until that day."

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"I found Linda through an ad in the local paper. Coincidence was Linda had the same name as my girlfriend and her boyfriends name was the same as mine. She was a very good looking young woman, very presentable. She did shiftwork, so I rarely saw her. However I knew when she had been home as the kitchen was always left in a mess..dirty dishes, milk left out, food scraps left on the benchtops, etc; Then I started answering the phone to people asking for her boyfriend (remember he had the same name as me so sometimes confusion reigned). I had decided to kick her out after a few weeks and planned to tell her next time I saw her. It was the following Saturday we caught up. I came home to find them half naked,exploring each other and totally pissed on the loungeroom floor. They got drunk from the scotch they had found in my room! Packed and gone by lunchtime the next day. After she left I checked over her room. Besides the usual rubbish one leaves behind in a hurry, I found dishes and pots with mouldy food in the wardrobe and drawers, takeaway boxes with chicken scraps, used condoms and the worst of all used tampons under her bed, a fresh one obviously left that morning! Puke! What astounded me the most was that Linda was a nurse! A week later she had the cheek to ask for her bond back. After bills, her boyfriends interstate phone calls, a bottle of scotch and my cleaning fees all she got back was a $1.80 from $250.00. I didn't know she had such a foul mouth until that day." Any thoughts on this one readers?

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Holy crap - is this the messiest room ever? Steve sent me this last night and says that this is an actual photograph of his room. If it is - dude, you seriously need to clean that pig sty pronto!

I mean, I'm sure that on occasion, even the clean freaks� amongst us let things slide a little and our homes can get a little untidy. But Steve's place is nothing short of a certifiable dump.

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I mean, I'm sure that on occasion, even the clean freaks� amongst us let things slide a little and our homes can get a little untidy. But Steve's place is nothing short of a certifiable dump. Have you seen a room worse than this? Got proof? Send in your pics now!

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Sometimes when you live with someone, you just crack and do something drastic to change the situation or to get your own way as this stinky� story from Carly demonstrates....

"I had a filthy roommate at Sunshine Coast. He used to work in construction and would make baloney and onion sandwiches in the morning for his lunch at work. The onion slices would be 2cm wide and he’d use a whole, large onion every day. F**k he stunk!
I’d be in my room studying and the stench from his bedroom would creep out from under his door like a ghoul, meandering down the hallway, sneaking under my door and up behind me to assault my olfactorys with the reeking mingled odors of feet stink, stale sweat and onion fart.

I had asked him (and the other roommate to ask him) to wash his sheets, to wash his clothes after work every day, to wash his slimy green feet under the tap downstairs, but he didn’t give a rats’ arse. He hadn’t washed his sheets in the 4 months that he’d been there. They were stuck to the bed with sweat and grease from his skin.

Completely over it, I took his salad tongs and put all his unwashed clothes and his sheets and his pillow (which utterly reeked - it was wet and heavy with grime) in a garbage bag and threw them and the tongs into the wheelie bin. Then I went out for the night.

When he came home that night he asked the other roommate where his sheets and clothes were. he had no idea. Stinky Pig Fart had to put new sheets on his bed and buy new clothes for work.

Worst thing is, the bastard gave notice to move a week after I had arranged to move into another apartment."

What a slob!

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"I had a filthy roommate at Sunshine Coast. He used to work in construction and would make baloney and onion sandwiches in the morning for his lunch at work. The onion slices would be 2cm wide and he’d use a whole, large onion every day. F**k he stunk! I’d be in my room studying and the stench from his bedroom would creep out from under his door like a ghoul, meandering down the hallway, sneaking under my door and up behind me to assault my olfactorys with the reeking mingled odors of feet stink, stale sweat and onion fart. I had asked him (and the other roommate to ask him) to wash his sheets, to wash his clothes after work every day, to wash his slimy green feet under the tap downstairs, but he didn’t give a rats’ arse. He hadn’t washed his sheets in the 4 months that he’d been there. They were stuck to the bed with sweat and grease from his skin. Completely over it, I took his salad tongs and put all his unwashed clothes and his sheets and his pillow (which utterly reeked - it was wet and heavy with grime) in a garbage bag and threw them and the tongs into the wheelie bin. Then I went out for the night. When he came home that night he asked the other roommate where his sheets and clothes were. he had no idea. Stinky Pig Fart had to put new sheets on his bed and buy new clothes for work. Worst thing is, the bastard gave notice to move a week after I had arranged to move into another apartment." What a slob!

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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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Helen from Sydney sent me a tale overnight about a weird flatmate that she once lived with that existed on a diet of the bubbly stuff....

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