One dude that i lived with last semester was such a fuckwit, 35 years old, overweight, undergraduate at university living in a sharehouse and bumming money off his mum. i hope im not like that when im 35.
when he first rocked up, he asked if it was okay if we shared our dishes, i said okay thinking that he had a bunch of his own shit that i could use. no, he had nothing and would just use all of my shit and leave it dirty, ALWAYS.
i warned him, telling him to wash up after himself then got all agressive when i told him not to use my stuff at all saying shit like "what? im supposed to buy my own plates or something!?"... well, yeah dickhead.
he never told anyone that he had fucking horrible tinea so everyone in the house got it from the shower floor.
he took over my TV like it was his and watched every shitty medical drama with the volume way up every night. but would complain about the TV being too loud at about 3pm he also complained at the amount that me and the other roommates talked while eating dinner.
then worst of all he would bring this morbidly obese single mother over and they would fuck in his room so fucking loud. the mental picture right now makes me sick. he would close all the windows and doors so the house smelt like stale fat people sex and putrefied vagina.
in the end we all moved out and left him in the house alone, took all of our shit (almost everything in the house). i went back one week later to pick up a few things and he hadnt washed or cleaned shit and the house had rats in it. it seriously resembled a crackhouse.