I had several in college. One of them used to use a whole bowl full of ketchup for everything he ate. He'd leave half the bowl. THen he'd start to use it as an ash tray to stick his cigarettes into to put them out.
I had several who flatly refused to do their own dishes. At first, I did all the dishes once, but then they acted as if that meant I was the mommy of the apartment who had to do all the dishes. I eventually took all the dishes from the sink -- I mean after having left them there about two weeks -- and put them on the back porch. They got new dishes and did the same thing.
One used to sleep with a loaded pistol under his pillow, and kept another one in the bathroom closet, incase something should happen while he's in the shower.
That one and another one used to share a girlfriend. When the one got up for work, she'd climb up onto the top bunk with the other one, and go back to sleep. (Or not back to sleep).
One of the ones I had for just one semester was probably over 450 pounds, and legally blind. He had special super-thick coke-bottle glasses, with special little extra bubbles of coke-bottleness on them. He would sit with his face touching the TV screen to watch TV. We were on the third floor and after he made it up the stairs with his big fat-ass, he'd be huffing and heaving and wheezing like some awful beast from the 7th circle of Hell. In the middle of the night, it was creepy and frightening. He'd gulp down a whole can of 7up and then heave and wheeze some more.
He kept his frozen pizzas in the cupboard and never washed his pizza pan. I felt sorry for him because I thought he just didn't know any better, since he couldn't see the directions that said KEEP FROZEN, and couldn't see the pan. I put his frozen pizzas in the freezer once, and he got upset and started keeping them under his bed. I trried to wash his pizza pan, thinking that once he noticed how nice it was to wash your dish once every couple of months, he'd be happy and start doing it himself, but instead he started keeping that under his bed, too.
I had one country as hell roommate who used to come in and cook a big ass pot of collard greens, eat one bowl, put the rest int he fridge, then leave. He'd ONLY come home to eat collard greens. His girlfriend wouldn't let him cook the nasty smelling things in her house, so he kept an apartment just to cook and eat collard greens in.
I had one extremely wealthy young black roommate who was always talking about how the man was keeping him down. He lived between Los Angeles, where his dad was the president of some massive international corporation, and Miami, where his mom was the president of some massive international corporation, but spent the summer on campus at UNF, which his uncle was the president of. He was always upset about how oppressed and downtrodden the crackers were keeping him.
I had one roommate who was a goofy as hell, nice, super wholesome freshman kid. He was on a basketball scholorship, and one of the ball players decided to teach him to quit being shy around women. After the first time he got laid, he couldn't stop. Every cute girl he saw, he'd go score a date with. Before the semester was out, he needed us to run recon missions before he could leave the apartment, because he had about five girlfriends all in the same building, plus more in all the surrounding buildings, and he was terrified of getting caught.
I had one Chinese roommate who couldn't speak Chineese, but his parents couldn't speak English. He'd use a Chinese to English dictionary to correspond with them. He would muble everything he said. I could barely understand a word. He also used to talk to himself. He'd debate with himself on what he wants to eat, and he'd tell himself what he thought about what an asshole you are, but he didn't seem to be aware that you could hear him. He had the most massive porn collection of all times, but he would get super-fucking jeallous if he found out anyone looked at it. When he found out my girlfrind was showing it to her friends when we had parties, he got boxes to lock it all up in. He used to pretend to be asleep and he'd wack off on the sofa. He'd stop fluffing the sheets after he realized there were other people in the room, but if you left the room, waited two minutes and looked back in, he'd be fluffing the sheets again.
I hated living on campus.
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