I had to live with my mother-in-law for 15 years......I GOT YOU ALL BEAT.

Dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What do you mean you had to?

Did you knock up your sister and have a shotgun wedding?????

Sorry , I just find this lame, my flatmates have a couple of "Artists" from France coming to stay tonight for 3 nights.. I just got up and they have changed the place..

They have bought a new poker dot shower curtain... there is heaps of toilet paper.. the couch is made into a bed...

I don't understand if you have some one coming to stay, then changing your living enviroment to impress them.

Sorry, I think it's pathetic.

I find it my job to be a disgusting slob while these Frenchys are here, I'll see how I go.. who knows, they may actually be nice, but when my flatys are around it will be a different story.

Oh... Good... GOD... I mean, I love my boyfriend's mom, but there has to be a line.

I don't even want to live with my OWN mom.

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I read that really quickly and had this picture in my head of a bed made out of heaps of toilet paper... You know, for arts sake.

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The Finnish children on the second floor were screaming again this morning. I almost started stomping on the floor... But then I remembered that I'm not THAT crotchety.

You must insist that they cook for you, then. And pay you.

have you tried Scottish cooking.......

That's another thing that pisses me of, when they cook it smell like dirty drain water... And then they leave pig pots of boiled away crap on the stove top for weeks, letting go mouldy and smellier...

IT would be good if they paid me though.. not to eat the food, just paid me.

I refused to have roommates after I shared my place with a skater-girl in college.
She was big on smoking pot and doing mushrooms and I was not. So we had very little in common, and it was awkward for me ti sit there and try to do homework while she's taking bong hits and laughing with her friends over....I have no idea what.
I came home one morning after staying overnight at my boyfriend's place and she grabs me at the front door, her eyes wide, and proclaims "Oh my god, it is so good that you didn't come home until just now! I would've stabbed you!"
I have no idea what she's talking about so I just stare back at her in complete confusion.
She continues. "I did a whole BUNCH of mushrooms last night and, like, the walls were moving. I thought people were coming through them, so I started stabbing at them with the kitchen knife!" and she points to the chips in the plaster.

After that I spent as little time as possible in my place and moved in to my bf's as early as possible.

That sounds fucked....

You where lucky.... some people shouldn't take drugs...

o.k here is an instalment..

Last night I was sitting on the couch watching John Carpenters Village of the Damned (IT's John Carpenter week on ITV4) and then my flatmates come home with their French friends.. I kind of got introduced to them as they walked past the living room.

Then bitch flatmate (the female of the couple) comes in and stands over me saying that the chick who is staying here is pregnant and she wants to go to bed soon. I said yeah sure, I guess I'll just switch the movie off when ever...

Then she left and dureing the add break I went into the bedroom to shut of the computer and 1 minute later when I was walking back into the room Cunt flatmate (the male of the couple) was removing all my stuff from the coffee table and just handed it to me and said something about her being pregnant...

So I just said, I'll go to my room then... I was to stressed to go to bed, so I went to the pub and drank some whisky...

Now , if she is pregnant and has special needs, maybe she shouldnt haveflown over here to do an instalation and sleep on my couch...

If someone has special needs then they should not be couch surfing. I've done a lot of couch surfing in my time, and the golden rule is you don't tell the people who are letting you stay to go to bed...

I just think Cunt was being such a fucking asshole by just moving my stuff out of the room, and she didn't even go to bed for another hour or so my girlfriend told me when I got home...

I'm tired of the "I'm pregnant" excuse. Every holiday I get SO IRRITATED at people who are pregnant or are pushing strollers (or both) and feel as though that just because they got knocked up it means that they can get in the way at malls and deserve special treatment... Just last week I was at the mall in the ATM line and a woman in a stroller ran into me from behind... And then glared at ME. Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot that women who aren't smart enough to get a sitter (or to put a condom on to begin with) SHOULD ALWAYS BE GIVEN THE RIGHT OF WAY.

Seriously, Disease, if she's PREGNANT then WHY is she flying and WHY is she sleeping on the couch? And, anyway, if your BITCHCUNT flatmates are going to make such a big deal about her being pregnant - Why don't THEY sleep on the couch? Why inconvenience JUST YOU?!

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I hate people.