One of my flatmates is so frugal that he refuses to pay £8 for a haircut. Instead, he shaves his hair into a towel on his bed, then proceeds to flush it down the toilet to get rid of it. Of course, all the hair doesn't go in the toilet, but he refuses to clean it up. So now we've got a fucking hairy toilet seat, and I amen't touching it. Cunt.
(02-14-2015, 12:02 AM)Makween Wrote: My flatmate - normally a very nice person - has one of those stepper machines in her room. When she uses it the whole building shakes.
(02-14-2015, 12:16 AM)Joe Bidens Aviators Wrote: Where do you guys find these cretins? I haven't had a problem in four years of living with other folk.
I actually get on really well with my current flatmates tbf. Almost makes it worse as when a brain fart like this happens I have to try to be nice about it.
(08-21-2017, 01:25 PM)i8hibsh Wrote: I AM A LONER BY CHOICE
I AM SINGLE BY CHOICE
I HAVE NO KIDS BY CHOICE
Cunts working the weekend moved my van. I've gone from being able to make a quick getaway before anyone tries to give me extra work to being stuck behind two vans and getting a constant knock on my window
On the bus this morning. I sit upstairs at the back because I get on before it gets busy and most folk avoid those seats. Bus starts to get busy and some bird sits in the middle of the back row, fair enough. So there's me on one side, her in the middle, guy on the other side. On comes some bint that comes right to the back and makes the lassie in the middle of the seats move so she can sit there too. There's at least half a dozen other seats on the bus. So I'm now pinned in the corner at the back, and she starts getting undressed. Gloves off, scarf off, coat off, all the while bashing me with her elbows. She gets off 3 fucking stops later. Coat back on, gloves, scarf on. Again, bashing me with the elbows.
So much seethe. So much. Why get your gear off for 3 stops? Why make folk move seats when there was plenty free?
(02-16-2015, 10:25 AM)Roger H. Sterling Wrote: On the bus this morning. I sit upstairs at the back because I get on before it gets busy and most folk avoid those seats. Bus starts to get busy and some bird sits in the middle of the back row, fair enough. So there's me on one side, her in the middle, guy on the other side. On comes some bint that comes right to the back and makes the lassie in the middle of the seats move so she can sit there too. There's at least half a dozen other seats on the bus. So I'm now pinned in the corner at the back, and she starts getting undressed. Gloves off, scarf off, coat off, all the while bashing me with her elbows. She gets off 3 fucking stops later. Coat back on, gloves, scarf on. Again, bashing me with the elbows.
So much seethe. So much. Why get your gear off for 3 stops? Why make folk move seats when there was plenty free?
(02-16-2015, 10:25 AM)Roger H. Sterling Wrote: On the bus this morning. I sit upstairs at the back because I get on before it gets busy and most folk avoid those seats. Bus starts to get busy and some bird sits in the middle of the back row, fair enough. So there's me on one side, her in the middle, guy on the other side. On comes some bint that comes right to the back and makes the lassie in the middle of the seats move so she can sit there too. There's at least half a dozen other seats on the bus. So I'm now pinned in the corner at the back, and she starts getting undressed. Gloves off, scarf off, coat off, all the while bashing me with her elbows. She gets off 3 fucking stops later. Coat back on, gloves, scarf on. Again, bashing me with the elbows.
So much seethe. So much. Why get your gear off for 3 stops? Why make folk move seats when there was plenty free?