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Alot of us have had, or do have room mates, and many of us are unlucky enough to get the total assclowns. So, tell your stories about your stupid room mates, and how you want to destroy them.
My Saga begins eons ago in september when I first met my room mate. We were both pretty shy, so we kept to ourselves, another friend of mine said that he called me "weird"....which is laughable because my room mate is the definition of "creapy weirdo". Once we started talking, it all went down hill. This guy listened to "skater boy music" which I hated, so I had to drown it out with the likes of POD, Staind, Seether, Tenacious D, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Shinedown, Theory of a Deadman, etc etc etc. So that works for about a week, and then I suddenly knowtice something.....he's playing my music. He's playing all the songs I like...some of which he hadn't even heard of before he met me, and he was SINGING THEM! Okay, maybe I'm paranoid, but I call that "Culture Theivery". He's stealing what makes me Me! The same goes for jokes. Now, jokes are something I'm fairly good at telling, which is more than I can say for him. We all know there are naturaly funny people, and naturaly unfunny people....him being the latter. He starts stealing my jokes as well, and telling them, rather crappily I might add, to his friends at the college he transfered from.....some of these jokes came from me and my brother(who I helped give material to when he still had his radio show). and...for the record, I havn't seen him shower in like a week and he only uses spray deoderant...which doesn't work...as he smells like wet armpit all the time.
Okay, I can deal with that....i just knew that I'd have to deal with a culture thief. I could handle that. What really got my pulse going happend rather recently over easter. I went to my grandparents and had a GREAT time. I was actualy happy when I got back......but I found this....
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he's wearing my hat in this picture....wtf, that's like wearing a mans underwear.....you don't wear another guys hat...especialy without permision.
He had taken all of my clothes, both clean and dirty, all of my stuff, and piled it on my bed and threw these coupons all over my stuff. Literaly going so far as to shoving them in the pockets of all my pants. I was so ****ed I just said "you have 20 minutes to clean this **** up, or you don't even want to know what's going to happen".
I gave him 4 hours and he eventualy he cleaned it up a little, but my room is still a mess. I had to wash all my clothes, because I couldn't tell clean from dirty anymore. This is where it get's interesting: So, he has this green water bottle and in my rage, i ****ed in it a little. He drank it....:shifty: and said "OMG, did someone **** in this?"
that was stage one of my revenge.
Stage two was operation, **** on his bed so he sleeps in **** every night till the end of the year. Too far? Not at all.
Perhaps I should have pinched a loaf on his head, because he has managed to **** me off yet again.
Some of you may know "the Bob Huggins Story". For those of you who don't....Bob Huggins is a great College basketball coach, who recently left my school after one season. It's a long story, but let's just say alot of us were upset. I have a poster for the basketball team on my wall, you can probably see it in the pics, and it has Bob huggins on it. Well, after calming down (and burning my tickets from this season) I decided i'd like to keep the poster. After all, Huggs is a great coach and it's worth keeping. But I find that my stupid *** room mate wrote all over it with a white marker. saying "Cum back Hugs...BEEP Sucker" and he drew penises all over it.
Honestly, that takes the cake for ****ing me off. YOU DON'T MESS WITH MY STUFF! Now I have to get rid of hit, because frankly, it's ruined. I am so freaking angry right now, I think I'll punch my room mate next time he walks through the door.
Anyone else have these problems, or have any suggestions on how to get my roommate?
I apologize if this is not apropriate or anything, but I'm in a state of rage that is just driving me up the wall.
My Saga begins eons ago in september when I first met my room mate. We were both pretty shy, so we kept to ourselves, another friend of mine said that he called me "weird"....which is laughable because my room mate is the definition of "creapy weirdo". Once we started talking, it all went down hill. This guy listened to "skater boy music" which I hated, so I had to drown it out with the likes of POD, Staind, Seether, Tenacious D, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Shinedown, Theory of a Deadman, etc etc etc. So that works for about a week, and then I suddenly knowtice something.....he's playing my music. He's playing all the songs I like...some of which he hadn't even heard of before he met me, and he was SINGING THEM! Okay, maybe I'm paranoid, but I call that "Culture Theivery". He's stealing what makes me Me! The same goes for jokes. Now, jokes are something I'm fairly good at telling, which is more than I can say for him. We all know there are naturaly funny people, and naturaly unfunny people....him being the latter. He starts stealing my jokes as well, and telling them, rather crappily I might add, to his friends at the college he transfered from.....some of these jokes came from me and my brother(who I helped give material to when he still had his radio show). and...for the record, I havn't seen him shower in like a week and he only uses spray deoderant...which doesn't work...as he smells like wet armpit all the time.
Okay, I can deal with that....i just knew that I'd have to deal with a culture thief. I could handle that. What really got my pulse going happend rather recently over easter. I went to my grandparents and had a GREAT time. I was actualy happy when I got back......but I found this....
PICS REMOVED AT REQUEST. USE IMAGINATION
he's wearing my hat in this picture....wtf, that's like wearing a mans underwear.....you don't wear another guys hat...especialy without permision.
He had taken all of my clothes, both clean and dirty, all of my stuff, and piled it on my bed and threw these coupons all over my stuff. Literaly going so far as to shoving them in the pockets of all my pants. I was so ****ed I just said "you have 20 minutes to clean this **** up, or you don't even want to know what's going to happen".
I gave him 4 hours and he eventualy he cleaned it up a little, but my room is still a mess. I had to wash all my clothes, because I couldn't tell clean from dirty anymore. This is where it get's interesting: So, he has this green water bottle and in my rage, i ****ed in it a little. He drank it....:shifty: and said "OMG, did someone **** in this?"
that was stage one of my revenge.
Stage two was operation, **** on his bed so he sleeps in **** every night till the end of the year. Too far? Not at all.
Perhaps I should have pinched a loaf on his head, because he has managed to **** me off yet again.
Some of you may know "the Bob Huggins Story". For those of you who don't....Bob Huggins is a great College basketball coach, who recently left my school after one season. It's a long story, but let's just say alot of us were upset. I have a poster for the basketball team on my wall, you can probably see it in the pics, and it has Bob huggins on it. Well, after calming down (and burning my tickets from this season) I decided i'd like to keep the poster. After all, Huggs is a great coach and it's worth keeping. But I find that my stupid *** room mate wrote all over it with a white marker. saying "Cum back Hugs...BEEP Sucker" and he drew penises all over it.
Honestly, that takes the cake for ****ing me off. YOU DON'T MESS WITH MY STUFF! Now I have to get rid of hit, because frankly, it's ruined. I am so freaking angry right now, I think I'll punch my room mate next time he walks through the door.
Anyone else have these problems, or have any suggestions on how to get my roommate?
I apologize if this is not apropriate or anything, but I'm in a state of rage that is just driving me up the wall.
Why not just move out?
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