Someone Asks People To Share Stories About What The "Worst Roommate Ever" Did To Earn Their Title, 30 Deliver

He drank my contact lens solution because he thought it was drugs. The whole bottle. A big bottle. Not only did he not figure it out while not being remotely high halfway through a f*cking pint of lens solution, if it had been drugs, he would've died a lot.

Bonus idiocy: Also claimed he invented lettuce wraps

When I moved in, I kept getting lots of tiny black dots on my legs whenever I'd walk across the carpet.

They were fleas.

this is actually about my friend's roommate, but that's hardly important. My friend's roommate comes stumbling into their dorm room (freshman year). It's blatantly obvious that she is drunk beyond reason. She starts shouting "I NEED TO GO TO THE BATHROOM", which wakes up my friend. She sees her roommate just staggering back and forth through the doorway. She stayed in bed because she really didn't know how to react. Her roommate returns through the door once more and reiterates that she needs to go to the bathroom. Before her roommate had left to go to a party, she had placed her white mac laptop on her chair by her desk. The rationale here, is that we believe the white from the laptop on the seat made the chair look like a porcelain load-throne in the mind of her drunken roommate. So she approaches the chair, pulls down her pants, and sits on her laptop. My friend braces herself because this situation can only go one way. As she braced for impact, her roommate releases a sigh of relief that unfortunately is synchronized with the release of her bladder and bowels. Despite her laptop being covered in p**s and s**t, her roommate denies that this ever happened.

TL;DR roommate drunkenly covers laptop in p**s and s**t

My old roommate always used the same pan for eggs and never cleaned it. For an entire year this pan was caked with eggs and just sat on the stove (which was also covered in egg splatter.) Even if I cleaned it for him, it would be back on the stove the next day.

Well here is my ex roommate story... Dated a girl for a while, she moved in and we ended up breaking up. I let her stay and move into one of the upstairs bedrooms because I made the mistake of feeling sorry for her. Fast forward a few years (yes, I'm a huge pushover and way too forgiving of people. I think she finally broke me of that.) And I finally had to kick her a*s out. It started small over the years, with her just being a general slob. However... She had the upstairs of the house more or less to herself. Large bedroom, her own full bathroom, nobody ever went up there to bother her. She also had a pet rabbit. I liked rabbits, they're cute and adorable... The rabbit however was not taken care of. She went back to Arizona for Christmas to visit family and asked me to watch the rabbit. Sure no problem... I go up to check on the rabbit, give it food, water, clean cage, etc, and the upstairs looks like a crack house. There is trash everywhere, just piles of dirty dishes and food wrappers just general trash. The bathroom looked like it had never been cleaned at all. Just layers upon layers of makeup residue and hair and trash. Ugh. And worse, the rabbits cage was this tiny thing designed for small rabbits and was too small for this one since she never let the rabbit out of the cage. And the entire cage was filled with rabbit c**p. The nails on the rabbit were long enough you knew they hadn't been taken care of in awhile. I was horrified. But, me being stupid, didn't immediately pick up a phone and b***h her out and tell her to keep her bags packed when she got back... No, I was stupid. I cleaned up upstairs, went out, built the rabbit a new much larger cage and took care of it. When she got back I told her flat out it wouldn't happen again.

Fast forward a few months and the rabbit is put for being sick. She starts posting on Facebook about how sad she was, etc. I sat there thinking, b***h, you didn't take care of it, why are you sad. I even offered to help her take the rabbit cage down after it happened. She declined.

Fast forward again and I'm wondering why all of a sudden the house is crawling with bugs. I start seeing ants and roaches in larger and larger numbers. Not cool. Then I start noticing an odor in the house, something rotten. I'm thinking something got in one of the attics and died. A squirrel or a mouse or something and that's what's caused this. So I venture upstairs and check one attic. Nothing. So I go to check the other side which is accessible from the roommates closet. I open the door and the room is once again a disaster area. Everything from blackened shriveled banana peels to fast food bags to piles of dirty dishes and clothes. And bugs crawling over it. I, understandably, was a bit upset. Even the rabbits cage was still there. Still filled with rabbit s**t. I was confident she hasn't changed the litter from when she got back after Christmas to when the rabbit died. I told her flat or she needed to clean her room now today this instant because I wasn't going to have the upstairs of my house become a garbage dump. She wasn't exactly happy with me but I didn't give a f**k at that point. I stormed out and left for a bit before I snapped and did something I would really regret.

So, being my dumb self, I assumed that given the situation and context that the upstairs would then be cleaned. That I got the point across. So I go upstairs a few weeks later to change the air filter in the ac system and lo and behold, the room is not only still filled with the exact same s**t it was before, there is new trash! I'm done at this point, I'm livid. I tell her when she gets home to clean the upstairs pack her bags and get out by the end of the week. She gives me a song and dance and sob story and all about how it will never happen again. You're right, it won't, you're not staying here.

No one should be surprised when they find out I still ended up having up clean the upstairs. The carpet was a loss and the entire house had to be fumigated. I even had to repaint the walls to cover stains since nothing would get them off. I took pictures. There are episodes of hoarders that looked cleaner.

He listened to heavy metal music to 'fall asleep' without freaking headphones.... I couldn't last more than 2 nights.

Oh boy, where do I even start? I'll just make a list.

I shared a 12x12 dorm room with her, for reference.

She would free bleed and leave trails of her period blood from our room to the bathroom and not clean it up.

She would leave crusty underwear on the floor on my side of the room, next to my bed, while at the same time she insisted we divide the room with tape, and freaked out if anything of mine crossed that border for 2 seconds.

She was 18 and had a creepy 31 year old fiance she had been with for six years (you can do the math) that stayed over every weekend, and watched her asleep over Skype every week night, with me in view of the camera.

She smelled so bad that other students in our hall started making complaints about the stench coming from our room.

The first thing she said to me when I met her was, "I'm bi, but you need to know that I don't find you attractive." As if I was going to be disappointed by that news.

She had a bunch of plants in the room that I was allergic to that were making me miserable, and she refused to get rid of them.

I also used to have a roommate who did meth in our basement and stole a bunch of my money, that was also pretty sh**ty.

I lost the random roommate lottery freshman year of college. She was a foreign exchange student from China, and we had NOTHING even remotely in common. Here's a list of my favorite things she did to me.

•She would wash her clothes in the sink, not the washing machine downstairs. She would hang the clothes up to dry, even on my side of the room. I finally convinced her that she couldn't hang her wet clothes on my TV. I came home one afternoon and she had hung a wet dress over my closet door. It was soaking, and had ruined all my pictures from home. She came back to me crying on the floor and she patted my shoulder and said "it OK. It only photos."

•She liked the room hot. Not warm, HOT. She would turn the thermostat up to 85°. I tried to talk to her over and over about a compromise, but finally I got fed up. I ended up opening the window when it was 15° outside. We both got sick as s**t, but at least I wasn't so f*****g hot.

•She told me I had to take my room decorations down. The bedroom should be a peaceful place and my pictures of home were too busy.

•She hated my boyfriend. He would come over, and we'd sit on my bed and play Xbox. When she would come back from class and see him there, she'd take all her clothes off, turn the lights off, and go to bed. Didn't matter if it was 3pm or 9pm.

•Instead of talking to me about my boyfriend, she told the RA I was bullying her.

•She would blow dry her hair while I was doing homework. In the room. Using the plug next to me.

•She refused to take medicine for things. I get that it was her culture, but she would lie on the bed and scream (literally) from menstrual cramps. Didn't matter if it was 4 am the night before finals. She was screaming and chewing on a ginger root.

Sorry for the wall of text. She was evil.

One of my roommates in College:

Insulted me daily, threw stuff at me from across the room, wrote mildly insulting music regarding me and sang it poorly.

The worst however was borderline stalking behavior. I went to the library, so did he. If I left for somewhere when he wasn't in the room for whatever reason he would hunt me down, he was scary good at figuring out where I was going. I became better at hiding where I was going. I left town for a day in the middle of the week. From what I heard he spent hours going to all my usual spots.

Oddest behavior was when he made an account on an MMO I played just to follow me around and spam insults in chat. 4 accounts of his got banned before he gave up.

He eventually dropped a lot of the behavior when he somehow landed a girlfriend. I was about a day away from going to the room advisory office and demanding one of us be moved to a different room or killing him and hiding the body.

I had a roommate who decided it was ok to use my towel to dry off after a shower and continued to do so even after I asked him to stop. He also used my washcloth. The funny thing was I had 2 washcloths I used, one for a good smelling body wash and the other I used exclusively for my ass, which I used regular bar soap on. The body wash made the other cloth look gray and the ass cloth was nice and white, despite the fact I hadn't washed it in months. Guess which one he was using?