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Post your horror stories here! [Jan. 1st, 2037|01:00 am]
Roommate Horror Stories - share yours, here!
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From: shgibby61981
2011-03-04 09:01 pm (UTC)

Shady ass roommates need not apply 2

So yesterday (3/2/11) I got notice from the landlord that they were moving out. I was so happy I couldn’t stop laughing to myself about these pathetic people. We were concerned that they would leave without giving us the keys back, so I went down and pounded on their bedroom door. I knew that he was in there because I saw him go in there a few minutes prior. So I began pounding like a police officer. That is the last thing someone geeked out on Meth wants to hear, so Shane decided to dive out the bedroom window and take off. I opened his door with the key I had, and he was gone. I thought that this was very pathetic. I decided to hang out in the living room and wait for him to return. I had several things to do that day, but could not leave the house until I knew they were out. Shane had one of his street brothers over to “help” him move. Shane had practically nothing in his room and it took him over 4 hours to pack his shit. While I was waiting in the living room, I kept hearing the flicking of lighters, which meant that they were getting high. We decided to call the landlord and told him that they were smoking meth in the room. He came over with his son and they started moving their stuff out.
After they moved out of the room, we found a poster that Shane had made. It had M.O.B on it in letters written in a style that looked like a pathetic attempt at graffiti writing. Under the M.O.B was written “Money Over Bitch’s”, misspelled of course. In the corner was written Shane C AKA Riddlebox. Shane and his friends referred to each other as “Jugalos”, which was what a pathetic rap group from the mid nineties referred themselves to ( the group was Insane Clown Posse”. This was completely juvenile for a 25 year old “man”. Jill and I had some good laughs about how pathetic all this “Jugalo” business was.
So the good news about this bad roommate bout was that they were hear less than a month. We stuck to our guns and made it extremely uncomfortable for them and their douchebag friends. We were proud of ourselves for not letting themselves take over the house.

So what’s going to be next in this saga I call Rotten Roommates. Your guess is as good as mine. At this point in my roommate career, I’ve pretty much seen everything there is to see. Everything short of murder that is. I’ve had roommates die and remain in their rooms for days before anyone noticing. I’ve had hookers steal my other roommates cars, I’ve had roommates get drunk on Dayquil and run around the condo naked and out of their minds.
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