Your housemate has had a heavy night out, he’s got in fucking steaming, vommed in the only bog in the flat and the surrounding flooring and then passed out, you’ve awoken the next morning:
Clean up his vom and that before starting your day and leave him asleep to recover, it doesn’t happen often and he’s gonna be hanging enough later as it is
Wake the prick up and tell him to sort out his fucking mess so you can have a shite
There’s a windowless toilet, say under the stairs or opening into a well-ventilated area. You Febreeze it but the fan’s a bit naff. You go for a shite. Preferable option (i’m undecided, or it would depend if anyone else was in)…
Close the door after you’ve finished and everyone else walks into your stench for an hour or two
Open the door when you’ve finished and open the back door so the stench whafts outside within five minutes
Your housemate as won the EGOT (Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, Tony) and wants to display each of the awards in the shared front-room at the expense of your own BAFTA award, it has always been an ambition of yours to win the EGOT and it will eat you up inside to have to see your housemate’s awards constantly but on the other hand, you’re so fucking proud of them, only an elite group have ever won the EGOT and it’s incredible that they’ve achieved this.
I don’t kick up a fuss about them displaying their awards in the front room, my own BAFTA is still an incredible achievement and it’s not belittled by my housemate’s greater achievement.
Fuck that, show a bit of class yeah? You’ve won the fucking EGOT already, you don’t have to rub it in my face you prick
I only experienced this in a flatshare a few times and only ever lived with mates so it wasn’t as bad. Once someone brought back some bloke I didn’t know who fucking threw up everywhere and tried to get in my room at 3am etc and I was fucking livid though.
My kitchen is a fucking mess at the minute. I’m going to have to clean it all by myself (including doing loads of washing up that isn’t mine) because everyone else has fucked off and I can’t stand it any longer
i lived with a person (just two in the house) who’d have big parties and wouldn’t even give me a heads-up in advance (fair enough, i’m not welcome, at least give me a chance to find somewhere else to be)