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July 13, 2006

The dumb flatmate

Does it make a difference if the person you live with isn't the sharpest tool in the shed? I've never lived with a really dumb person, and after reading this submission from Buckie, I'm glad I haven't...
"My house mate is so dumb he doesnt know how turn an oven on or change a light bulb. He never opens his blinds or window and his room stinks like mould its really embarrassing when he leaves the door open and thr smell goes through the whole apartment." Hey Buckie, have you tried suggesting to him that opening his windows will air out his room? Maybe he has a phobia of draughts or breezes? Let me know what you think...

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July 10, 2006

Where there's smoke....

There's usually a fire of some sort. Or someone who won't quit smoking. Jill sent me this smokin' story about one of her weird flatmate experiences...
"We once had a flatmate who claimed to be quiting smoking & then proceeded to smoke like the proverbial chimney even to the point of sitting in the doorway with a fag, the smoke wafting into the flat & with overflowing butt containers on the verandah at our communal table often leaving lit ciggies burning which would then get caught by the wind leaving burn holes on the tablecloth. Also whenever we were in the lounge at the same time... great, loud sighs would come from the flatmate. Their best performance was when they claimed to have passed out in the loo while spewing in the toilet putting a gash in their head & wanted us to look at the bloody wound & then wouldn't put ice on it or clean up the wound. We later found out said roomie was known by others to be a bit of a nutcase. Has anyone out there ever wanted to set up a site where those sicko roomies could be reported in a non-litiguous manner so we wouldn't get stuck sharing with them 'til they could be moved on? Let me know how it could be done...it would save us all a lot of pain & hassle if we could! " Great idea Jill. I've not heard of anywhere like that except here, but, if you know of a site like this already, send it through and I'll give it a plug here!

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July 07, 2006

The Phantom Poo too

One of the most popular and talked about stories I've ever posted on here involved the appearance of a poo during a party that no-one would take responsibility for. The dumper was eventually found and ridiculed, as they should be. Chuck has been good enough to send me another version of the Phantom Poo....
"A similiar thing happened to me, out for work, all 15 of us staying in one room in sleeping bags, with little room to move, at the pub the night before(yes, good job I know), and lo and behold, in the morning, dead centre middle of the room, not 5cm from and in the middle of two peoples sleeping bags is a little pile of brown caviar. Nobody owned up to it, but we had our suspicions who did the phantom poo. the funnier part was that it was definetely one of the people in that room, whoever it was didnt remember it, nobody smelled it, or saw it, till the morning. like I said, phantom poo. Oh yeah, and another time, a couple of years back, big share house with a bunch of friends, one of the guys did not take the right turn to the toilet, but the left turn to the showers. One of the guys had fun using the fire hose to try and disintegrate the offender down the drain. needless to say, he was the only one using that shower for a while." Gross! People who leave a phantom poo are messed up in the head I reckon - what do you think?

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July 05, 2006

A couple of Wee suggestions...

Hot damn! A post I made earlier has been generating lots of comments and I've been kept busy moderating the best ones for this site. I've picked a couple though that were deserving of a post of their own that suggest a couple of different ways of fixing that pesky pee problem....
Siobhan writes... "Im a harsh bitch but Im sure I wouldnt be alone in feeling that if someone abuses a communal room as badly as that they should not be allowed to use it anymore. Why should you be the one who has to go and use another toilet? Replace the toilet door handle with one that has a key lock and keep the key on your person at all times. The cost of the lock and upsetting the landlord is nothing compared to the cost to your mental health if this goes on any longer! Otherwise threaten to tell potential girlfriends of his disgusting habit etc. Its time to get mean! I hope hes paying for all the extra cleaning products you must be using!" Sarah has a great suggestion too..."OH, an idea! after you go, put gladwrap over the toilet bowl! then itll spray up at him! im sure hell stop it once you do that a few times! haha ". If that was my house though Sarah, I'd be likely to forget about it and in the middle of the night end up getting pee all over myself so maybe this one wouldn't work so well. Got an idea of your own? Let me know...

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A tale of flatmate revenge

I love a great revenge tale and this one from Tim is among the best I've ever read. The catalyst for the story is Tim being asked to move out, and from there, it just gets nasty....
Revenge is sweet and sometimes the only way to keep you from doing stupid things. Well things even more stupid than having revenge that is. One time I was thrown out of a room for no reason. I suspect the guy wanted to save the space (another roomie shared my fate) for his boyfriend and not pay for it. So he declared the rooms as unlimited rent. Of course I was mad like hell because that was the third time I was moving within a year with lets say less enjoyable roomies and circumstances to cope with. I had finals at school as well and only five weeks to clear the place and find something new, straight out of the roomie season, if you know what Im talking about. First of all I was about to beat the guy up, literally. I was on my way home from school, having achieved nothing, and having slept for what felt like a week, all because of him. On my way my mind told me to be clever instead of violent so I made a plan to do shitty things to his toothbrush. My mood brightened immediately and I had perhaps the most enjoyable dump in the whole world. I posted the picture recently on fugly.com: http://www.fugly.com/images/11826/angry_roommate_toothbrush.html Also I was throwing a goodbye-party that he found out about by accident five hours before it was about to blow (I had handed out leaflets in the subways, on the streets, even told a radio station), because he found the beer in the bathtub when he came home early. And I called people on their cell phones only and didnt pay the bill, and paid the rent about two months late. Told him to his face that I did though for the entirety of the time I had left there. His bf got mad as hell too, which I thought was very very hilarious. Filthy bastard." Yup - if you are gonna seek revenge, this is probably going to make you feel better. Have you ever been the victim of revenge? Perhaps you were the instigator? What went down?

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July 03, 2006

Crazy is as crazy does...

So often I think I might be going a little nuts but then I get a story like this one from Catherine which makes me feel like I'm more than sane!
"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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June 29, 2006

Just p*ss off!

I'm surprised that you guys haven't sent in more sordid little tales about your flatmates poor personal hygiene. But this one from Tammy had me p*ssing myself laughing at her dilemma...
"I dont know how this works, but my current male housemate somehow pisses all over the floor near the toilet, and all over the seat as well. He NEVER cleans it up and the worst thing about it is that his piss has this really bad pungent smell! Its like he hasnt been toilet trained? He barely drinks so its not a drunk thing - and Ive brought it up with him on a few occasions to which he gets defensive then walks off! Ive even managed to show him his own piss after he did his wee and still he doesnt get it?? I am sick to death of going to the toilet, having to bring the bleach with me everytime and clean it before I get down to my business! This is driving me nuts - sometimes Ill go across the road to the servo to use their toilets! I dunno what to do - can anyone offer any suggestions?" Anyone else lived with a guy who couldn't seem to aim straight and who got more on the floor than he did in the bowl? What did you do to 'fix' the behaviour? Let Tammy know by posting your comments below.

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June 26, 2006

I think you're crazy

Living abroad comes with a new set of expectations, and delivers experiences that most often times we aren't expecting to have. It can lead to all sorts of of wonderful people, or some that are completely nuts, like this story from Kellie shows...
"my australian house mate, female, whilst in the uk took so much moral offense to me cheating on my boyfriend (who, like her's, was still in australia) that she managed to not speak to me for the remaining 7 months of our stay. and we were sharing a room. and this is almost total, 90% blanking. she was crazy.
and our british house mate (we later discovered) had an over tight sphincter, he'd actually had it opperated on as a child, so that he was permanently so constipated that he would wait for us all to leave the house before taking a dump, apparently it could take hours." Like, I mean, who can't speak to the person they share a room with FOR 7 MONTHS?? That's just stupid. What do you reckon?

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June 22, 2006

Is this the weirdest flatmate yet?

You guys have sent in some very strange stories to me over the past couple of months about the weird stuff your roomies get up to. I got a submission overnight with a odd tale and a desperate plea for our help...
"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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June 20, 2006

Sneezy season

With winter hitting us here in Australia, the chances of sharing your home with someone who is affected by a cold are pretty high. If you are lucky, you might just get stuck warming up soup for your sick flatmate, but if you aren't so lucky, you might end up living with someone that Emma calls 'Germalina'!


"I live with germalina!! Blows his nose and leaves the tissues all over the carpet one day there were about 20 - in fact there are remnants of tissues all over the house - drives me mad as he is school teacher and in contact with so many germs. I am not at a neurotically tidy girl, but you know there are limitations!! Eats yoghurt and puts the spoon thats been in his mouth on the carpet, shelf, tv, etc, together with his banana skins, apple cores, etc, rank! Never makes sure the loo's flushed properly, and then puts the seat down - so there's a shock when I lift it up! Oh to have a place of my own!!"

The first golden rule of living with someone else is to clean up after yourself, don't you think? Do you live with someone who is a complete grot? Share your story with the world!

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Sneezy season

With winter hitting us here in Australia, the chances of sharing your home with someone who is affected by a cold are pretty high. If you are lucky, you might just get stuck warming up soup for your sick flatmate, but if you aren't so lucky, you might end up living with someone that Emma calls 'Germalina'!
"I live with germalina!! Blows his nose and leaves the tissues all over the carpet one day there were about 20 - in fact there are remnants of tissues all over the house - drives me mad as he is school teacher and in contact with so many germs. I am not at a neurotically tidy girl, but you know there are limitations!! Eats yoghurt and puts the spoon thats been in his mouth on the carpet, shelf, tv, etc, together with his banana skins, apple cores, etc, rank! Never makes sure the loo's flushed properly, and then puts the seat down - so there's a shock when I lift it up! Oh to have a place of my own!!" The first golden rule of living with someone else is to clean up after yourself, don't you think? Do you live with someone who is a complete grot? Share your story with the world!

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June 18, 2006

Nothing like a good wash!

Cleanliness is next to godliness my Mum used to say and if that's the case, then Craig's flatmate must be a goddess cause she has a serious washing fetish that he needs our help with...


"My housemate seems to have some sort of compulsive washing disorder. She washes her clothes every single day, a few clothes at a time rather than waiting till she has a full load. And she washes everything on the highest possible settings - hot water, deep rinse, megawash, heavy soiling etc. Now, this would be understandable if she worked in a coal mine, but she works in a curry shop. She wears clothes for about 3 hours, and then washes them, and uses a clean towel EVERY time she has a shower.

I'm afraid she's going to wear my washing machine out within a year, and I'm sick of hearing the drone of the washing machine constantly when I'm at home. I've tried to hint that maybe she doesn't need to do everything on the highest settings but seriously, how do you ask someone to do less washing?"

Any hints dearest readers? Let Craig know by leaving him a message here!

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Nothing like a good wash!

Cleanliness is next to godliness my Mum used to say and if that's the case, then Craig's flatmate must be a goddess cause she has a serious washing fetish that he needs our help with...
"My housemate seems to have some sort of compulsive washing disorder. She washes her clothes every single day, a few clothes at a time rather than waiting till she has a full load. And she washes everything on the highest possible settings - hot water, deep rinse, megawash, heavy soiling etc. Now, this would be understandable if she worked in a coal mine, but she works in a curry shop. She wears clothes for about 3 hours, and then washes them, and uses a clean towel EVERY time she has a shower. I'm afraid she's going to wear my washing machine out within a year, and I'm sick of hearing the drone of the washing machine constantly when I'm at home. I've tried to hint that maybe she doesn't need to do everything on the highest settings but seriously, how do you ask someone to do less washing?" Any hints dearest readers? Let Craig know by leaving him a message here!

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June 14, 2006

Don't fall asleep

One of my friends came home after a huge night out and woke up in the morning to find that his flatmate had indeed written his ex's name on his forehead in permanent marker. Does that sound wierd to you? It shouldn't cause in my most recent poll, 9% of you indicated that you would do that to your flatmates. All the results below...



Your flatmate comes home after one too many drinks and falls asleep on the sofa. Do you:

Take a photo and post it up on your blog for all the world to see? ;) = 44%

Help them into bed? = 38%

Shave off their eyebrow? = 9%

Write their name on their forehead? = 9



What's the worst prank that you've inflicted on your flat mate or had inflicted upon you?


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Don't fall asleep

One of my friends came home after a huge night out and woke up in the morning to find that his flatmate had indeed written his ex's name on his forehead in permanent marker. Does that sound wierd to you? It shouldn't cause in my most recent poll, 9% of you indicated that you would do that to your flatmates. All the results below...

Your flatmate comes home after one too many drinks and falls asleep on the sofa. Do you: Take a photo and post it up on your blog for all the world to see? ;) = 44% Help them into bed? = 38% Shave off their eyebrow? = 9% Write their name on their forehead? = 9

What's the worst prank that you've inflicted on your flat mate or had inflicted upon you?

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June 11, 2006

Mirror Mirror, on the wall

Who's the vainest of them all? Gareth writes from London that one of his flatmates was a close relative of Narcissus....


"He used to go on a different date every night with people he met from the internet, then after first date thought he was in a relationship, got overly possesive and then go mad at them for whatever reason. He used to tell us every day about how he'd found the one. Total narcicist.   Worst of all he exfoliates and face masks about 3-4 times a day leaving all the residues in the bath, sink, in fact everywhere - then wondered why his skin was so bad!"

Have you ever lived with someone who liked to at themselves more than they should've? Leave me a comment below.

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Mirror Mirror, on the wall

Who's the vainest of them all? Gareth writes from London that one of his flatmates was a close relative of Narcissus....
"He used to go on a different date every night with people he met from the internet, then after first date thought he was in a relationship, got overly possesive and then go mad at them for whatever reason. He used to tell us every day about how he'd found the one. Total narcicist.   Worst of all he exfoliates and face masks about 3-4 times a day leaving all the residues in the bath, sink, in fact everywhere - then wondered why his skin was so bad!" Have you ever lived with someone who liked to at themselves more than they should've? Leave me a comment below.

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Do you attract weirdos?

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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Do you attract weirdos?

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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June 10, 2006

Just what are you doing in there?

Have you ever lived with someone who you rarely see because they always seem to be in their room? Just what is it that they are doing in there? Katie wrote to me and let me know about her flatmate that seems to prefer his room over other parts of the house...


"They used to hide away in their room watching porn all day and night. His room stunk to high heaven, and he only had one set of sheets - so did not change his bedding for the entire year that we lived with him."

Now that's just wrong. Is that what your flatmate gets up to?

Mark writes that his flatmate is "Staying up all night in bed reading the yellow pages". Weirdo!

Are you a bedroom dweller? What do you do in there?

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Just what are you doing in there?

Have you ever lived with someone who you rarely see because they always seem to be in their room? Just what is it that they are doing in there? Katie wrote to me and let me know about her flatmate that seems to prefer his room over other parts of the house...
"They used to hide away in their room watching porn all day and night. His room stunk to high heaven, and he only had one set of sheets - so did not change his bedding for the entire year that we lived with him." Now that's just wrong. Is that what your flatmate gets up to? Mark writes that his flatmate is "Staying up all night in bed reading the yellow pages". Weirdo! Are you a bedroom dweller? What do you do in there?

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June 06, 2006

Crazy flatmate alert!

When a story comes through about a crazy flatmate, it's usually for a litany of weirdness and strange behaviour. Seems that the nutty ones are usually completely pushing the envelope of quirky habits and actions in the house. This story submitted by Sue is another charming example of a flatmate out on the edge....


"I used to live in a house share with 6 great house mates- and one complete nutter! She was a young girl from the Czech republic and when she first moved in we invited her out so we could get to know her. On that night out she was flirting with 2 men who then ended up fighting-much to her delight! She thought it was hilarious and said "I can't help it if God made me beautiful" However, that was nothing. One night she went into one of my housemate's room and showed him that she'd cut her wrists. Panic striken he tried to help her and calm her down. However, the wrist cutting became a regular occurence: about once a week.

That was as well as making herself sick after every meal and leaving it in the pan for us to see. It was bad enough that she stole my food, but puking it out 10 minutes later was not just theft but wasteful! Oh, and leaving her used sanny towels on the floor instead of putting them in the bin was another of her charming habits.

Once when I caught her red handed stealing my food I confronted her about it. Instead of apologising or offering to replace it she stood in the doorway screaming. When I ignored her she went into her room and just screamed and screamed for about 15 mins. I eventually moved out cos I got my own place but the fella who took over my room was less tolerant and got the landlord to kick her out. She's still out there somewhere in south Liverpool. Beware!"

Now doesn't she sound like someone you'd like to live with? NOT!!!!!! Thanks for the story Sue!

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Crazy flatmate alert!

When a story comes through about a crazy flatmate, it's usually for a litany of weirdness and strange behaviour. Seems that the nutty ones are usually completely pushing the envelope of quirky habits and actions in the house. This story submitted by Sue is another charming example of a flatmate out on the edge....
"I used to live in a house share with 6 great house mates- and one complete nutter! She was a young girl from the Czech republic and when she first moved in we invited her out so we could get to know her. On that night out she was flirting with 2 men who then ended up fighting-much to her delight! She thought it was hilarious and said "I can't help it if God made me beautiful" However, that was nothing. One night she went into one of my housemate's room and showed him that she'd cut her wrists. Panic striken he tried to help her and calm her down. However, the wrist cutting became a regular occurence: about once a week. That was as well as making herself sick after every meal and leaving it in the pan for us to see. It was bad enough that she stole my food, but puking it out 10 minutes later was not just theft but wasteful! Oh, and leaving her used sanny towels on the floor instead of putting them in the bin was another of her charming habits. Once when I caught her red handed stealing my food I confronted her about it. Instead of apologising or offering to replace it she stood in the doorway screaming. When I ignored her she went into her room and just screamed and screamed for about 15 mins. I eventually moved out cos I got my own place but the fella who took over my room was less tolerant and got the landlord to kick her out. She's still out there somewhere in south Liverpool. Beware!" Now doesn't she sound like someone you'd like to live with? NOT!!!!!! Thanks for the story Sue!

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May 26, 2006

Tea Bag Trauma

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' "

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Tea Bag Trauma

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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May 24, 2006

Pretty & Messy Vs Ugly & Clean

I've been thinking of how we choose our flatmates and what importance we place on looks versus cleanliness. I was going to run a poll but I'd rather hear what you guys think about it with comments....


Like, I mean, would you rather live with someone who isn't so pretty to look at but who kept the house spotlessly clean. Or would you prefer to have some serious eye-candy even if they left a trail of mess within the house?

Personally, I know I've gone for looks more than I should've in the past and it hasn't worked out so well, eventually they weren't so pretty at 7am standing in a huge mess that they created but that I knew they'd never clean up.

Sigh. What do you think?

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Pretty & Messy Vs Ugly & Clean

I've been thinking of how we choose our flatmates and what importance we place on looks versus cleanliness. I was going to run a poll but I'd rather hear what you guys think about it with comments....
Like, I mean, would you rather live with someone who isn't so pretty to look at but who kept the house spotlessly clean. Or would you prefer to have some serious eye-candy even if they left a trail of mess within the house? Personally, I know I've gone for looks more than I should've in the past and it hasn't worked out so well, eventually they weren't so pretty at 7am standing in a huge mess that they created but that I knew they'd never clean up. Sigh. What do you think?

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May 23, 2006

Warning! Spew story

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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Warning! Spew story

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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May 21, 2006

A couple more pics for you all!

Messy Room

The picture submissions are a little slow - either you guys all live in pristine homes or none of you know how to work a camera :P I love looking at filth so send me your worst pics!


Here's another couple from Steve...

Utterly trashy Filth

That first pic nearly brough tears to my eyes with the sheer filth of it all.... Can you top that one? Send your pics in!

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A couple more pics for you all!

Messy Room The picture submissions are a little slow - either you guys all live in pristine homes or none of you know how to work a camera :P I love looking at filth so send me your worst pics!
Here's another couple from Steve... Utterly trashy Filth That first pic nearly brough tears to my eyes with the sheer filth of it all.... Can you top that one? Send your pics in!

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Hold the pee!

Lots of things that you guys have sent in have just been unpublishable and have usually involved a bodily function of some sort, like this gross out from Kerrie....


"My flatmate Jesus (no lie) keeps a bottle to pee in by the side of his bed. This is even despite the fact that his bedroom door is less than 1/2 a meter from the bathroom. Oh, and he only empties it when it gets full."

Now thats just disgusting. What would he do if he brought a girl home, or do guys like this never bring girls home? And what about if he accidentally knocks it over, or it overflows? EEeeeewwwwwwwwww.

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Hold the pee!

Lots of things that you guys have sent in have just been unpublishable and have usually involved a bodily function of some sort, like this gross out from Kerrie....
"My flatmate Jesus (no lie) keeps a bottle to pee in by the side of his bed. This is even despite the fact that his bedroom door is less than 1/2 a meter from the bathroom. Oh, and he only empties it when it gets full." Now thats just disgusting. What would he do if he brought a girl home, or do guys like this never bring girls home? And what about if he accidentally knocks it over, or it overflows? EEeeeewwwwwwwwww.

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Are you anally retentive?

And I don't mean do you retain things in your bottom haha! Pebbles writes it's not just the super messy flatmates that are weird - at the other end of the spectrum are the super clean freaks...


"Everyone seem to complain about messy flatmates, try the otherend of the scale - anal to the point of so far up the arse its scary - and not just one but two of them. I share with two girls, over the last year I have learnt there is a correct way to do everything from washing the dishes before you put them in the dishwasher (otherwise the dishwasher gets dirty), then placing them correctly, making sure the toliet roll is never empty - because it has to be me - apparently I'm the only one in the house that shits (could explain thier moods), stove top should always be clean - usually just as you've cooked something & sat down to eat it. Still I'm sure they will get a hot shower the day I move out"

I've made no secret of the fact that as a Virgo I like things to be done a certain way and this all seems normal to me, but the older I get I'm beginning to understand that I may indeed be the freak...

What's better - super messy or super clean? Let me know!

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Are you anally retentive?

And I don't mean do you retain things in your bottom haha! Pebbles writes it's not just the super messy flatmates that are weird - at the other end of the spectrum are the super clean freaks...
"Everyone seem to complain about messy flatmates, try the otherend of the scale - anal to the point of so far up the arse its scary - and not just one but two of them. I share with two girls, over the last year I have learnt there is a correct way to do everything from washing the dishes before you put them in the dishwasher (otherwise the dishwasher gets dirty), then placing them correctly, making sure the toliet roll is never empty - because it has to be me - apparently I'm the only one in the house that shits (could explain thier moods), stove top should always be clean - usually just as you've cooked something & sat down to eat it. Still I'm sure they will get a hot shower the day I move out" I've made no secret of the fact that as a Virgo I like things to be done a certain way and this all seems normal to me, but the older I get I'm beginning to understand that I may indeed be the freak... What's better - super messy or super clean? Let me know!

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May 20, 2006

Is this the Worst Flatmate ever?

Some of the stories that you guys have sent me have detailed some pretty horrible folks that you've lived with. But this story from Corinne I think is the worst by far....


"Last year, while at university, I lived in an on-campus apartment with 6 other girls. One girl, Lena, had moved in late, and admittedly, didn't fit in. First of all, she was the only black girl and the rest of us were white or latina. Don't get me wrong, none of us were racist... except Lena. When she got pissed off she would refer to us as "white bitches" and would constantly go on about how she didn't like most white people. Apparently, in her mind, racism was okay, provided it was black people hating white people.

But that was only the tip of the iceburg... One of the major problems we had with her was her constant partying. She'd come in drunk and high at all hours, usually having forgotten her door key, so she'd ring the doorbell continuously, or bang on our windows, until one of us let her in. And she’d usually have some noisy, annoying friends in tow. Now, when she first was moving in, she asked how we felt about her smoking weed, and we said it was cool, provided she didn't do it anywhere in the apartment. She adhered to that rule for nearly the entire first semester, then suddenly stopped caring despite us constantly asking her to smoke outside or at a friend’s place.

Furthermore, she said we were infringing on HER RIGHTS by asking her not to perform ILLEGAL ACTIVITIES in the house, which we could ALL get busted for. It stunk up the entire hallway so badly that I'd have to hole up in my room and turn off the heater so the smell wouldn't come in through the vents (the smoke literally made me ill). Her total apathy for our feelings was most apparent the day I walked in on her sorting her weed on the kitchen table. Her substance abuse wasn't just weed, but also drinking.

She'd come in SO drunk that she'd literally get lost on the way to her room... which was the FIRST door in the hallway. Once she threw up in the bathroom SINK and didn't even clean it up until the next day. She also used to dump her dirty bong water in the sink, but not rinse it out. We suggested the toilet because it's easily flush-able, but naturally she didn't listen. Other random atrocities include: blasting her music at ungodly early hours of the morning when the rest of us were sleeping, then getting mad at her roommate for typing at 2:00 in the afternoon while she was trying to nap; leaving empty food wrappers/containers on or even IN the couch or coffee tables for DAYS until someone else cleaned it up; leaving part of a BLUNT in the couch; leaving food out overnight and then getting mad at us for throwing it away; NEVER taking responsibility for cleaning her dishes; not cleaning up after her friends' messes; and a poor sense of personal hygeine.

As in, she once threw up a little on a sweatshirt, and then wore it for the next week without washing it. Not to mention the STENCH that came from her room. It literally smelled of ass, feet, and marijuana. We're also pretty sure she hadn't changed her sheets all year...

And lastly, my favorite story: One day she left her SHOES on the KITCHEN TABLE. Dirty shoes. Where people EAT. So I put them in her room with a note asking her to please not put shoes where we eat. She thought it was one of the other girls, and ripped her a new one, saying to never "disrespect" her stuff by "throwing" it on the floor, and not to touch her stuff ever. There were many other atrocities, but luckily I've blocked them from memory.

The worst part was, try as we might, we couldn't get her kicked out because none of the authorities ever caught her in the act of doing anything. Plus, when they asked us, right in front of her, if we'd ever seen her doing illegal stuff, we said no because she was INCREDIBLY intimidating. She never made a direct threat, but would often mention how she had "beat some bitch's ass" or taken one of our kitchen knives to a fight. Eventually, the hostility rose to such a level that she took the initiative and left. It was about the only mature thing she'd ever done..."

Is this girl the worst of all the flatmates? Does she deserve that title? Let me know below!

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Is this the Worst Flatmate ever?

Some of the stories that you guys have sent me have detailed some pretty horrible folks that you've lived with. But this story from Corinne I think is the worst by far....
"Last year, while at university, I lived in an on-campus apartment with 6 other girls. One girl, Lena, had moved in late, and admittedly, didn't fit in. First of all, she was the only black girl and the rest of us were white or latina. Don't get me wrong, none of us were racist... except Lena. When she got pissed off she would refer to us as "white bitches" and would constantly go on about how she didn't like most white people. Apparently, in her mind, racism was okay, provided it was black people hating white people. But that was only the tip of the iceburg... One of the major problems we had with her was her constant partying. She'd come in drunk and high at all hours, usually having forgotten her door key, so she'd ring the doorbell continuously, or bang on our windows, until one of us let her in. And she’d usually have some noisy, annoying friends in tow. Now, when she first was moving in, she asked how we felt about her smoking weed, and we said it was cool, provided she didn't do it anywhere in the apartment. She adhered to that rule for nearly the entire first semester, then suddenly stopped caring despite us constantly asking her to smoke outside or at a friend’s place. Furthermore, she said we were infringing on HER RIGHTS by asking her not to perform ILLEGAL ACTIVITIES in the house, which we could ALL get busted for. It stunk up the entire hallway so badly that I'd have to hole up in my room and turn off the heater so the smell wouldn't come in through the vents (the smoke literally made me ill). Her total apathy for our feelings was most apparent the day I walked in on her sorting her weed on the kitchen table. Her substance abuse wasn't just weed, but also drinking. She'd come in SO drunk that she'd literally get lost on the way to her room... which was the FIRST door in the hallway. Once she threw up in the bathroom SINK and didn't even clean it up until the next day. She also used to dump her dirty bong water in the sink, but not rinse it out. We suggested the toilet because it's easily flush-able, but naturally she didn't listen. Other random atrocities include: blasting her music at ungodly early hours of the morning when the rest of us were sleeping, then getting mad at her roommate for typing at 2:00 in the afternoon while she was trying to nap; leaving empty food wrappers/containers on or even IN the couch or coffee tables for DAYS until someone else cleaned it up; leaving part of a BLUNT in the couch; leaving food out overnight and then getting mad at us for throwing it away; NEVER taking responsibility for cleaning her dishes; not cleaning up after her friends' messes; and a poor sense of personal hygeine. As in, she once threw up a little on a sweatshirt, and then wore it for the next week without washing it. Not to mention the STENCH that came from her room. It literally smelled of ass, feet, and marijuana. We're also pretty sure she hadn't changed her sheets all year... And lastly, my favorite story: One day she left her SHOES on the KITCHEN TABLE. Dirty shoes. Where people EAT. So I put them in her room with a note asking her to please not put shoes where we eat. She thought it was one of the other girls, and ripped her a new one, saying to never "disrespect" her stuff by "throwing" it on the floor, and not to touch her stuff ever. There were many other atrocities, but luckily I've blocked them from memory. The worst part was, try as we might, we couldn't get her kicked out because none of the authorities ever caught her in the act of doing anything. Plus, when they asked us, right in front of her, if we'd ever seen her doing illegal stuff, we said no because she was INCREDIBLY intimidating. She never made a direct threat, but would often mention how she had "beat some bitch's ass" or taken one of our kitchen knives to a fight. Eventually, the hostility rose to such a level that she took the initiative and left. It was about the only mature thing she'd ever done..." Is this girl the worst of all the flatmates? Does she deserve that title? Let me know below!

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May 19, 2006

Easy come, easy go...

There is a saying (or variations thereof) that goes: Don't sh*t where you eat. You could apply to this to several situations like sports teams or work (Don't screw the crew or Fishing off the company wharves) but it's particularly apt for flatmates as this story from Andrew demonstrates...


"No pictures, but after reading some of your sorry entries, I have no problem in saying that you guys all had it easy. After my first year at uni, a group of us decided we'd like to live with each other in our "year out " You see, in London, there isn't enough student accommodation to go around, so the uni only offers you 2 years at most.

After having heard horror story after horror story, we carefully selected our friends and managed a good bunch. So, once all 6 of us had moved into a really cool house in north London, we were all happy. Until one was diagnosed with leukemia and had the rest of his life of any work. Our landlord came up with a substitute. A lovely american girl, brunette, sultry, very personable. Too personable as it turns out.

After a week she'd slept with all of us (and kept it secret from all of us). Unfortunately, "woody" as we knew him, had slept with the next door neighbour, who had also slept with the other of the two men I shared the house with. Sadly, he was going out with one of the girls we lived with who had shared her "personal toy" with another of the girls in our house. Trust me, it took a while to get to the bottom of it all.

IÂ personally slept with the third and final person in the house. Really, really fortunately because I haven't always been so insistant, used a condom on my encounter with this girl and so didn't spread it to Cathy, but there was a tense time where we had 2/3 or 4/6 of the house with ghonorreha. Burning pee and all. So, that bitch is safely back in america, that's all I can say."

Hmmmm, seems like there was a lot of bed-hopping going on there Andrew. What was the house like to live in afterwards - did you all distrust each other?

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Easy come, easy go...

There is a saying (or variations thereof) that goes: Don't sh*t where you eat. You could apply to this to several situations like sports teams or work (Don't screw the crew or Fishing off the company wharves) but it's particularly apt for flatmates as this story from Andrew demonstrates...
"No pictures, but after reading some of your sorry entries, I have no problem in saying that you guys all had it easy. After my first year at uni, a group of us decided we'd like to live with each other in our "year out " You see, in London, there isn't enough student accommodation to go around, so the uni only offers you 2 years at most. After having heard horror story after horror story, we carefully selected our friends and managed a good bunch. So, once all 6 of us had moved into a really cool house in north London, we were all happy. Until one was diagnosed with leukemia and had the rest of his life of any work. Our landlord came up with a substitute. A lovely american girl, brunette, sultry, very personable. Too personable as it turns out. After a week she'd slept with all of us (and kept it secret from all of us). Unfortunately, "woody" as we knew him, had slept with the next door neighbour, who had also slept with the other of the two men I shared the house with. Sadly, he was going out with one of the girls we lived with who had shared her "personal toy" with another of the girls in our house. Trust me, it took a while to get to the bottom of it all. IÂ personally slept with the third and final person in the house. Really, really fortunately because I haven't always been so insistant, used a condom on my encounter with this girl and so didn't spread it to Cathy, but there was a tense time where we had 2/3 or 4/6 of the house with ghonorreha. Burning pee and all. So, that bitch is safely back in america, that's all I can say." Hmmmm, seems like there was a lot of bed-hopping going on there Andrew. What was the house like to live in afterwards - did you all distrust each other?

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Flatmates should look after each other

When you live with people you like, it can just be so great. One of the best things is that you look out for each other, especially after a big night out, or in...


Q just left me this comment which isn't so much weird as it is lovely - and I thought it was a nice change for the site...

"In my younger years when I was flatting, My great, best flatmate in the world and I had a rule. when going out, and then on returning later with or without a gaggle of friends in tow, we would call to warn them. Just incase they had passed out with their wangs or muffs exposed. Just common courtesy when sharing an envoriment. "

Hahaha, now where were you Q in my flat sharing days? I only ever got caught out once but there was a few red faces when it happened.

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Flatmates should look after each other

When you live with people you like, it can just be so great. One of the best things is that you look out for each other, especially after a big night out, or in...
Q just left me this comment which isn't so much weird as it is lovely - and I thought it was a nice change for the site... "In my younger years when I was flatting, My great, best flatmate in the world and I had a rule. when going out, and then on returning later with or without a gaggle of friends in tow, we would call to warn them. Just incase they had passed out with their wangs or muffs exposed. Just common courtesy when sharing an envoriment. " Hahaha, now where were you Q in my flat sharing days? I only ever got caught out once but there was a few red faces when it happened.

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May 18, 2006

Sounds like a Virgo to me....

I'm a Virgo. I live on my own because, well, other people tend to sh*t me up the wall when I have to share a house with them. I like things to be done a certain way. Does that make me weird? Nina certainly thinks so...


"There is another type of bad house mate, one that is often overlooked. That is the anal ‘obssesive disorder type. The type that is both the martyr and the facist. They assume they are the only one’s in the household that ever does anything the right way. the sort of person that aggravates the household because nothing is ever up to their standards. Like the mother in law who inspects the house with a white glove to check for dust.

I think house sharing is a contradiction in terms btw. unless people are prepared to be a bit more flexible in their attitudes they should go and live alone."

Point taken Nina, and just so you know, my friends have threatened to disown me if I ever move in with someone again so you're all safe for now haha!

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Sounds like a Virgo to me....

I'm a Virgo. I live on my own because, well, other people tend to sh*t me up the wall when I have to share a house with them. I like things to be done a certain way. Does that make me weird? Nina certainly thinks so...
"There is another type of bad house mate, one that is often overlooked. That is the anal ‘obssesive disorder type. The type that is both the martyr and the facist. They assume they are the only one’s in the household that ever does anything the right way. the sort of person that aggravates the household because nothing is ever up to their standards. Like the mother in law who inspects the house with a white glove to check for dust. I think house sharing is a contradiction in terms btw. unless people are prepared to be a bit more flexible in their attitudes they should go and live alone." Point taken Nina, and just so you know, my friends have threatened to disown me if I ever move in with someone again so you're all safe for now haha!

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A Claytons Cleaner

Remember the advertisements for that drink that tasted like Scotch Whiskey but wasn't? It was called Claytons and since then the term gets thrown about for a variety of things - like people who clean up but really don't, as this ode from Denise explains...


"My bestfriend/room mate Shari instead of cleaning off the coffee table she would put everything in a pile on the side and put any small thing (change, nail clippers, matches, candy) in my candle holders!! Then the wicks would break, so I would dump everything back out, 10 mins later it's back in there!!! It drove me nuts!"

If that happened to me, I'd find a different way of dealing with it rather than letting it happen again and again surely? What would you do?

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A Claytons Cleaner

Remember the advertisements for that drink that tasted like Scotch Whiskey but wasn't? It was called Claytons and since then the term gets thrown about for a variety of things - like people who clean up but really don't, as this ode from Denise explains...
"My bestfriend/room mate Shari instead of cleaning off the coffee table she would put everything in a pile on the side and put any small thing (change, nail clippers, matches, candy) in my candle holders!! Then the wicks would break, so I would dump everything back out, 10 mins later it's back in there!!! It drove me nuts!" If that happened to me, I'd find a different way of dealing with it rather than letting it happen again and again surely? What would you do?

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May 17, 2006

messyitis, dirtopic, filthoxy

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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messyitis, dirtopic, filthoxy

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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May 16, 2006

Toothbrush in the loo

The poll I ran on the site last week was pretty popular with many hundreds of you voting about toothbrush hygiene. I always think its hilarious the way that we react to someone using our toothbrush considering what some of us are quite happy to put in our mouths...


Would you use your flatmate's toothbrush?

Euyuk! Never! = 52 percent

Only to clean the loo = 37 percent

Always do = 7 percent

I don't even use my own = 4 percent

This weeks poll is "How matey are you with your flatmates?". Vote now!

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Toothbrush in the loo

The poll I ran on the site last week was pretty popular with many hundreds of you voting about toothbrush hygiene. I always think its hilarious the way that we react to someone using our toothbrush considering what some of us are quite happy to put in our mouths...
Would you use your flatmate's toothbrush? Euyuk! Never! = 52 percent Only to clean the loo = 37 percent Always do = 7 percent I don't even use my own = 4 percent This weeks poll is "How matey are you with your flatmates?". Vote now!

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May 13, 2006

Something fishy going on...

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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Something fishy going on...

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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May 12, 2006

Bad, bad flatmate!

Mess In The Kitchen

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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Bad, bad flatmate!

Mess In The Kitchen 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! Got a story that is worse than this one? Share it now!

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"How did you get in?"

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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"How did you get in?"

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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May 11, 2006

Some people are just foul

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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Some people are just foul

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." Any thoughts on this one readers?

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The Messiest Room Ever?

Messy Room

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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The Messiest Room Ever?

Messy Room 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. Have you seen a room worse than this? Got proof? Send in your pics now!

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Big Brother

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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Big Brother

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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May 10, 2006

The Candle Factory

Depending on who you live with, there could come a time that your flatmate's hobby or obsession, their latest fad even could turn your tranquil home life upside down. Just ask Ron from London who sent in this wick-edly woeful ode...


"A few years ago, while living in London I shared my flat with a guy from Australia. I’d heard stories about Australians that they can behave oddly sometimes (this is not racist!). Anyway this guy was educated and intelligent and worked in IT business. One day his contract ended and he started looking for a new employment, so suddenly he had too much free time. One evening I opened the front door and there was thick smoke all over the flat. I barely saw the kitchen door at the end of the corridor where all that smoke seemed coming from. I was little panicking, thought the kitchen is in fire… and where the hell are my two kittens … and why the fire alarm doesn’t go on. Also there was something weird with the smoke itself – it did smell as paraffin or candle wax. Then I got into the kitchen and – my flat mate was melting candle wax on the gas cooker, to make candles. All the work tops (even on top of the fridge) was covered with different colors of wax splashes and candle making equipment. Well, I’m artistic myself but this was way too much. I was then quite mad on him; later on we spoke about his candle making and, (silly me) I let him to continue if he keeps the kitchen clean and finishes his experiments by the time I arrive. On fifth day – I think he’d an accident with boiling wax, so whole cooker top was covered with it and he had gone to work interview. Well, it took me about one and half hours to clean up this mess and when he got home I just said: no more candle wax! Guess what, he actually continued processing candles, but secretly, at the time I was off. This month’s gas bill was also nice surprise.

Have you had your home turmed into a factory, a production plant or a commercial type of operation? Let me know and the weirder the better!

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The Candle Factory

Depending on who you live with, there could come a time that your flatmate's hobby or obsession, their latest fad even could turn your tranquil home life upside down. Just ask Ron from London who sent in this wick-edly woeful ode...
"A few years ago, while living in London I shared my flat with a guy from Australia. I’d heard stories about Australians that they can behave oddly sometimes (this is not racist!). Anyway this guy was educated and intelligent and worked in IT business. One day his contract ended and he started looking for a new employment, so suddenly he had too much free time. One evening I opened the front door and there was thick smoke all over the flat. I barely saw the kitchen door at the end of the corridor where all that smoke seemed coming from. I was little panicking, thought the kitchen is in fire… and where the hell are my two kittens … and why the fire alarm doesn’t go on. Also there was something weird with the smoke itself – it did smell as paraffin or candle wax. Then I got into the kitchen and – my flat mate was melting candle wax on the gas cooker, to make candles. All the work tops (even on top of the fridge) was covered with different colors of wax splashes and candle making equipment. Well, I’m artistic myself but this was way too much. I was then quite mad on him; later on we spoke about his candle making and, (silly me) I let him to continue if he keeps the kitchen clean and finishes his experiments by the time I arrive. On fifth day – I think he’d an accident with boiling wax, so whole cooker top was covered with it and he had gone to work interview. Well, it took me about one and half hours to clean up this mess and when he got home I just said: no more candle wax! Guess what, he actually continued processing candles, but secretly, at the time I was off. This month’s gas bill was also nice surprise. Have you had your home turmed into a factory, a production plant or a commercial type of operation? Let me know and the weirder the better!

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May 09, 2006

Moving out

Sometimes things start to get weird when one of the flatmates gives notice that they want to move out. Or sometimes they don't even bother letting you know that they are leaving...


"I lived at my friends house for nearly a year before I finally got so fed up and pissed everybody off enough to make them all think they kicked me out, when in actuality, I just took off. There were many people living in this arrangement at the time… my friend, her little son, me, my boyfriend of the time, my friends two cousins and their bedmates, and another male friend. Lots of people crammed into a small space. The single male friend was a butthead. He would always come in drunk, loud, and berating everybody. He is the one who came to the front door knocking, broke the door down, dropped breakables, threw trash all over, and so much more. I have had more than enough of him and the cops were called. I yelled at all the roomies and then I moved out and went back to my mommy’s. Never again will I live with soooo many people. I can barely stand living by myself! I’m not a bad person, just have a temper problem when I do get frustrated.". That was a story submitted by Liz.

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Moving out

Sometimes things start to get weird when one of the flatmates gives notice that they want to move out. Or sometimes they don't even bother letting you know that they are leaving...
"I lived at my friends house for nearly a year before I finally got so fed up and pissed everybody off enough to make them all think they kicked me out, when in actuality, I just took off. There were many people living in this arrangement at the time… my friend, her little son, me, my boyfriend of the time, my friends two cousins and their bedmates, and another male friend. Lots of people crammed into a small space. The single male friend was a butthead. He would always come in drunk, loud, and berating everybody. He is the one who came to the front door knocking, broke the door down, dropped breakables, threw trash all over, and so much more. I have had more than enough of him and the cops were called. I yelled at all the roomies and then I moved out and went back to my mommy’s. Never again will I live with soooo many people. I can barely stand living by myself! I’m not a bad person, just have a temper problem when I do get frustrated.". That was a story submitted by Liz. Â

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That's baloney!

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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That's baloney!

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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May 08, 2006

Filthy Flatmate Hall Of Fame

Messy Bedroom

Ok kids, this is where I wanna see just how piggish, filthy and gross the folks you've shared with have been. I want to see photos of the filth and grot that you've had to endure over the years. You can use the "Got dirt" icon in the menu, or click on this link to send me your story and photos. I'll publish all the good ones, I promise!

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Filthy Flatmate Hall Of Fame

Messy Bedroom Ok kids, this is where I wanna see just how piggish, filthy and gross the folks you've shared with have been. I want to see photos of the filth and grot that you've had to endure over the years. You can use the "Got dirt" icon in the menu, or click on this link to send me your story and photos. I'll publish all the good ones, I promise!

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While you were out...

The video that my sponsors made showing a real weirdo has been getting a lot of responses, including this one from Kare...


"That's so gross!! LOL!! Why are men such sickos????????????? I had some neighbor do that to me, and a freakin' landlord once upon a time!!! How sick!!!"

And it got me to thinking - the video shows a man behaving badly, trying on the female flatmates knickers and behaving like a dirty perve. But what if you lived with a girl who did that? Does it make any difference if the perpetrator is a man or a woman? Let me know your thoughts below.

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While you were out...

The video that my sponsors made showing a real weirdo has been getting a lot of responses, including this one from Kare...
"That's so gross!! LOL!! Why are men such sickos????????????? I had some neighbor do that to me, and a freakin' landlord once upon a time!!! How sick!!!" And it got me to thinking - the video shows a man behaving badly, trying on the female flatmates knickers and behaving like a dirty perve. But what if you lived with a girl who did that? Does it make any difference if the perpetrator is a man or a woman? Let me know your thoughts below.

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Weird noises your flatmate makes

I once lived with a guy that was a serial hawker (sorting the snot in his nose/sinuses back down his throat) and it used to drive me insane. Biggie over at MySpace sent in a comment about his girlfriend who was a bit of screamer...


"I almost got kicked out of one house when we all learned that my girlfriend was a screamer. I almost let myself get kicked out. After a while I just started stuffing the pillow in her face when she got loud, but it only helped a little bit. By the way, I like your clip. Very funny."

Like peace and quiet? Ever had a flatmate disturb that peace on a regular basis? What noise did they make and what did you do about it? Let me know!

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Weird noises your flatmate makes

I once lived with a guy that was a serial hawker (sorting the snot in his nose/sinuses back down his throat) and it used to drive me insane. Biggie over at MySpace sent in a comment about his girlfriend who was a bit of screamer...
"I almost got kicked out of one house when we all learned that my girlfriend was a screamer. I almost let myself get kicked out. After a while I just started stuffing the pillow in her face when she got loud, but it only helped a little bit. By the way, I like your clip. Very funny." Like peace and quiet? Ever had a flatmate disturb that peace on a regular basis? What noise did they make and what did you do about it? Let me know!

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May 07, 2006

Just a big ol' slob

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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Just a big ol' slob

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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May 04, 2006

Feeling like a prisoner in your own home?

When flatmates go bad it can have a catastrophic affect on how you feel when you are in your own home as Kristi explains....

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Feeling like a prisoner in your own home?

When flatmates go bad it can have a catastrophic affect on how you feel when you are in your own home as Kristi explains....

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May 03, 2006

Rate my fart

More than anything in life, I love a good fart joke or a good fart story and thankfully, Zoe from Melbourne is able to serve me this whiff of farting nonsense...

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Rate my fart

More than anything in life, I love a good fart joke or a good fart story and thankfully, Zoe from Melbourne is able to serve me this whiff of farting nonsense...

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Seat up or down?

The results of my first web poll here on Weird Flatmate are in. I asked you whether you thought the dunny seat should stay up or down....

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Seat up or down?

The results of my first web poll here on Weird Flatmate are in. I asked you whether you thought the dunny seat should stay up or down....

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May 01, 2006

Who did the poo?

Stuey from Brisbane sent me this stinky story about a poo that mysteriously appeared in his bath one night during a party...

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Who did the poo?

Stuey from Brisbane sent me this stinky story about a poo that mysteriously appeared in his bath one night during a party...

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Hey Mr DJ!

Ever had dreams of being a world famous DJ? John from Melbourne just sent in this story about a flatmate he shared with who thought he might've been the next Roger Sanchez....

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Hey Mr DJ!

Ever had dreams of being a world famous DJ? John from Melbourne just sent in this story about a flatmate he shared with who thought he might've been the next Roger Sanchez....

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April 30, 2006

The Fanta Diet

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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The Fanta Diet

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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April 29, 2006

Oy, put the kettle on!

By the sounds of it, mixing flatmates and food can often give weird results. Minnie from somewhere in Australia left this comment overnight about what her flatmate used the kettle for....

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Oy, put the kettle on!

By the sounds of it, mixing flatmates and food can often give weird results. Minnie from somewhere in Australia left this comment overnight about what her flatmate used the kettle for....

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April 26, 2006

What's that smell?

Seems like more than a few of you have been weirded out by different odours that either come from your flatmates, or their rooms....

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What's that smell?

Seems like more than a few of you have been weirded out by different odours that either come from your flatmates, or their rooms....

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April 25, 2006

Prying eyes

When realestate.com.au & propertyfinder.com asked you guys to fill in a survey about weird flatmates, I was surprised that so many people responded about going through their flatmates stuff....

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Prying eyes

When realestate.com.au & propertyfinder.com asked you guys to fill in a survey about weird flatmates, I was surprised that so many people responded about going through their flatmates stuff....

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Keep your clothes on...

It seems that for some, what people wear or don't wear can earn them status as a weird flatmate...

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Keep your clothes on...

It seems that for some, what people wear or don't wear can earn them status as a weird flatmate...

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Apples are for eating?

Collette from South East London has sent in a fruity tale about one of her weird flatmates...

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Apples are for eating?

Collette from South East London has sent in a fruity tale about one of her weird flatmates...

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April 24, 2006

a quick and easy way to clean

For many flatmates, the cleaning seems to be a major cause of friction.

I once lived with a guy who's idea of cleaning up after a dinner party was to hide all the dirty dishes and cutlery in the cupboards until they got stinky and mouldy...

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a quick and easy way to clean

For many flatmates, the cleaning seems to be a major cause of friction.

I once lived with a guy who's idea of cleaning up after a dinner party was to hide all the dirty dishes and cutlery in the cupboards until they got stinky and mouldy...

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When all else fails, hide the poo!

According to Michael in Melbourne, Australia, this is a true story about a group of slovenly flatties who encouraged each other to clean their house by playing 'Hide the Poo'...

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When all else fails, hide the poo!

According to Michael in Melbourne, Australia, this is a true story about a group of slovenly flatties who encouraged each other to clean their house by playing 'Hide the Poo'...

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