87 Entertaining Stories About Weird Roommates People Shared

We got home super drunk one night and ordered 20 chicken mcnuggets off of UberEats, only we messed up and ordered 200 instead of 20. Anyways the show up and we just lost it and ate a ton of chicken mcnuggets at like 3 am lol we passed out and call it a night.

I wake up the next morning and instead of covering me with a blanket the dude covered me with all of the mcdonalds wrappers from the nuggets lmao I asked him why he chose that to cover me up and he said he didn't remember doing that.

My old roommate had a picture of he and his mom by his bedside. His mom looked a LOT like Dinah Shore which sort of made sense because so did he when I thought about it, sort of round face, blonde hair, and he was gay so whatever that’s cool somehow that all fit together in my head.

Then one day we were all in his room smoking out and I told him “Rodney, I gotta say your mom looks just like Dinah Shore.” He asked “How do you know what my mom looks like?” And I pointed to the picture.

Rodney says “That’s not my mom that’s Dinah Shore.”.

My college dorm mate had this weird thing with wanting me to think she was cool or fun or something. So every time I came home and put my key in to unlock the door, she would start hysterically laughing at whatever show she had on. I tested it multiple times to make sure. Tip toe up to the door - nothing. Stood there for a couple seconds and then put the key in - hysterical laughter to the point of tears.

So creepy and weird, I moved out the following semester.

I once walked out of my room and found him lying on the kitchen floor. I asked if he was alright cos I thought maybe he'd slipped or something but he said nope, just wanted to dirty himself before having a shower... proceeded to make floor angels and lay there for another good 15 mins or so.

Lying about taking a shower. Claimed someone broke in and left the mess around the shower not her.

She would sometimes go out to do lord knows what and then come in late at night. It would be well after midnight, sometimes 2 or 3 in the morning, and I would be in bed asleep already. But she would always wake me up because she was so loud coming in. She would come in, flip the lights on, and whisper my name a couple times to see if I would respond. I wouldn't-I would pretend to be asleep because I didn't really like her or want to talk to her, especially that late at night.

As soon as she thought I was asleep, she would let it rip. I'm talking loud, long farts. It was really hard not to laugh.

He washed his feet everynight before bed and kinda did a little tap dance on a towel to dry them. The walls were thin so I could hear it every night.

I don't currently have roommates, but back in college I had a roommate ban us from keeping a trashcan in the kitchen.

We'd had a rather juicy round of trash so a little dripped from the bag on carpet going from the kitchen to the dumpster (you had to walk through the living room, weird layout). Because his dad owned the townhouse we lived in he freaked and insisted we keep the trash can on the back porch (again, across the living room).

He hadn't factored in the fact that his 2 other roommates actually cooked things from scratch. After 2 weeks of a disgusting string of mess forming on the carpet and a steam cleaner rental he calmed the hell down and put the trashcan back in the kitchen. I think it was the paper towels with sopped up blood (from butchery, not a wound) that finally did it.

This is probably pretty standard and doesn't get really exciting until the end (kind of)

Used to live with a very very large guy. I forget his real name because everyone called him Krum (for always having crumbs all over his shirt).

Anyways after losing a job and accepting a different job for less pay I needed a roommate so I moved in with the guy. First day I moved in he tried raising the rent we agreed upon by 100$. Then when I was surprised and said that's not what we agreed on, he muttered under his breath that this is a bad idea and he's going to regret it.

He didn't have a job but I was confused how he still has money and how he paid rent. I was dumbfounded but for some reason didn't move out right there. Something I noticed while living there was that he never left the living room aside from answering the door for pizza. Otherwise he was there at all hours playing dnd with people online. I introduced him to a girl hoping he'd move and hang out with her. Instead he just chatted with her online.

The place ended up getting cockroaches and it was disgusting. Then the kicker is, he literally cracked the toilet by sitting on it. Not to mention how it was depressed into the ground. I had a girl over with me and she couldn't stop laughing about the toilet (I really need a visual representation to describe how bad it was).

When I moved in the kitchen was disgusting and he promised to clean it. He never did. So I did to be nice. It didn't take long for it to get disgusting again and he never cleaned he just lived off pizza Hut.

Eventually I got sick of living in the hole (literally I was deathly Ill and couldn't leave my bed for a week) so I told him I was moving out. As I was moving out there was a note on the door that I owed 4,000$ (which in retrospect never made sense since I only lived there for maybe 5 months) in unpaid rent. I didn't think clearly and got pissed off at him demanding to know what he had been doing with my money.

Later after I calmed down I saw the note was addressed to him but he whited out his name and put mine. I called the apartment complex only to find out they've been out of business for months. The entire time I lived there there was noone for him to pay rent to, he was basically squatting. He was pocketing the money I was giving him.

Rather than empty the small trashcan, the dumb broad and her live-in-boyfriend started stacking trash like it was a game of tetris. Imagine coming home to eggshells and watermelon rinds all over the floor. Factor in the summer heat (they always kept the kitchen windows open), and there was always an infestation of fruit flies and larvae.
How could they live like that??!!!

My college roommate 4 years ago was a weird dude. He thought that certain sound frequencies would benefit his sleep and somehow heal him? I used to wake up in the middle of the night and hear a really high pitched, constant sound. I'd search the dorm and unplug all the electronics hoping the sound would go away. After a few nights I realized it was my roommate playing the frequencies on his phone while he slept. I couldn't stand it.

He tried to unclog the toilet one day by playing the frequencies into the bowl. Yeah that didn't do anything.

He also used to stand in front of the mirror and stare at himself in the dark with headphones on for long periods of time.

Oh yeah one last thing, he'd steal my food and my other roommates' food in the middle of the night (he was the only one with a meal plan, the rest of us bought our own food. Dining hall closed at 9). I found the empty wrappers of my food behind the toilet.

I had a roommate who was obsessed with her health. The only problem was the things she tried were usually outrageous and never in moderation. It was pretty common for her to eat the same food over and over again. I didn't start to get to concerned until her hands and feet turned deep orange from the insane amounts of carrots she had been consuming.

Had a female roommate that fed her dog used tampons because, “he likes them”. Once a month there’d be little poopons scattered around the yard.

I had a roommate in college who ate only beef jerky and drank only cherry coke, both of which he ordered from amazon and kept under his computer desk. We had a fully-furnished kitchen and lots of cupboard space because we were in college.

In the morning, he'd put a cherry coke in the freezer before showering and then drink it after his shower. He would use my toaster oven when nobody else was home (which was fine w/me) and by the end of the year it was trashed even though he never used it in the company of others and nobody else used it at all. I don't know what he put in it, but it was one of: (a) beef jerky, (b) cherry coke, or (c) something that he kept a secret from 3 roommates for an entire year.

I walked in on my roommate’s girlfriend shaving his bum for him. That image is etched in my mind forever.

I had a roommate way back in the day who worked for a power company.

He wore these massive steel toe boots (makes sense). He would wear them ALL THE TIME. Like, not just to and from work. Anytime we'd go out, he would wear them. Never sneakers, or a different pair of shoe of any kind. The same, beat up Red Wings. And the final kicker for me, is that the seemingly ONLY place he took them off was actually in bed.

Now the thing is, we had a house with hardwood stairs and floors. And he kept somewhat odd hours and played DND in the dining room every Monday night. So he'd KLOMP KLOMP KLOMP all day and all night whenever he was around. Monday nights were the worst because all his friends would be over, they'd order a fuckton of takeout and stay up till 2am (actually no real problem with staying up or the DND or his friends they were all pretty nice) but he'd absolutely KLOMP KLOMP around whenever he got up.

These boots were the most insane things I have ever seen on someone's feet.

One day, he wasn't home and I needed to reset the modem connection, which was located in his bedroom. I gave him a call and asked, yeah no problem go ahead.

So I walk in, and there are his boots. The room smells awful. It was like weird stale popcorny smell, mixed with something that you just couldn't place. His boots are sitting ON his bed. I was both surprised and horrified that this was a thing. Quick reset, shut the door.

Roommate comes home later and I'm chilling in the living room. He KLOMP KLOMP KLOMPs in, quicky says hey, and bolts upstairs. I notice he's wearing a different pair of boots and now I'm just so curious, because these look just as bad.

A few days pass, and he goes out for the weekend. Yes he's got his boots on.

I can't stand it anymore. I just have to know what's up with his boot situation. I have literally zero need and this isn't going to help me in life, but I gotta do it. So, I go in his room (I'm sorry dude) and I see his boots! So okay, he's got two pairs of the same boots. Makes sense, you like what you like and it's good to have a backup. The smell is horrific, but I peek around the room and notice the closet door is open, so I look closer.

The dude has FOUR PAIRS OF THESE RED WINGS. FOUR. And they all look JUST as bad. All the same color.

Maybe not weird, but definitely strangely obsessive. No flip flops. No sneakers. No dress shoes. And the whole closet smelled.

I never asked, I never mentioned it to him. Just so weird.

Oh man. Let’s see. He got in a fight with a homeless lady and lost, drank his own pee, got arrested after trying to use an invisible shield to move traffic out of the way (he was on foot in the middle of the street), and drank a smoothie which ingredients consisted of milk, his own blood, and his own... seed. Dude lost his mind completely, and I ended up having to get a restraining order against him. 2018 was a hell of a year.

My freshman year of college. I was laying in bed and my roommate walks in from the diner at approximately 9 pm and goes "parks_and_rek how do you eat an orange?" I sit up and say peel it and then eat the inside. This man says oh I thought it tasted funny and is holding an orange with a bite out of the side as if he was eating an apple. However in a power move this man then continues to just eat the orange as an apple and refuses to peel it.

She was boiling rags in bleach water on the stove.

I’m no chemist, but I’m pretty sure that’s how you make chlorine gas.

She was... special.

Three of my friends all shared a house together and one day I pop over with one of them after we had been out and about doing some stuff. The front door had the chain on so we went round the back and went in and their was our other friend naked, wanking, stood up, in the kitchen, with his laptop on an ironing board.

He just went "oh no" and we walked back out and went to the pub near by. He joined us twenty minutes later for a pint and tried to act like nothing had happened.