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Just finished reading "He died with a Felafel in his Hand" which is a collection of short share-house stories written by John Birmingham. Pretty funny.
Given that most people in here either shared rooms in college, or in share houses, figured this might be a good idea for a thread.
So share the funniest, grossest stories of the social retards you have been forced to co-habit with.
About the only one I have is when I was in Sydney, sharing with 3 other people in a terrace. The Kiwi in the group lost his job as a used car salesman, and then basically gave up on life and spent all his time, sitting on the couch, playing computer games and smoking bongs. Made it difficult to do anything in the shared spaces as he was always there, doing nothing. It all came to a head when Michelle (one of the other flatmates) ducked home to go to the toilet (she was a retail sales rep (Coca Cola) always in her car visiting customers) so finding a clean toilet sometimes was difficult) and the Kiwi was mid-fwap on the couch when she burst through the door busting for a piss.
I guess he had some remaining self esteem and was gone within a few days back to NZ.
Given that most people in here either shared rooms in college, or in share houses, figured this might be a good idea for a thread.
So share the funniest, grossest stories of the social retards you have been forced to co-habit with.
About the only one I have is when I was in Sydney, sharing with 3 other people in a terrace. The Kiwi in the group lost his job as a used car salesman, and then basically gave up on life and spent all his time, sitting on the couch, playing computer games and smoking bongs. Made it difficult to do anything in the shared spaces as he was always there, doing nothing. It all came to a head when Michelle (one of the other flatmates) ducked home to go to the toilet (she was a retail sales rep (Coca Cola) always in her car visiting customers) so finding a clean toilet sometimes was difficult) and the Kiwi was mid-fwap on the couch when she burst through the door busting for a piss.
I guess he had some remaining self esteem and was gone within a few days back to NZ.
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