tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37189072012-01-19T11:40:08.675-08:00The adventures of "Mike", the worst loser roommate on the planet.<br> Check out my other page, <a href="http://www.frogbrother.com">frogbrother.com</a>.Froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408736813241909814noreply@blogger.comBlogger431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718907.post-1089234343526591102004-07-07T14:01:00.000-07:002007-06-02T23:01:02.940-07:00

This one's from Beth: Hello! I just stumbled across your website about your awesomely bad roommate, and decided to send you the story of mine. I'm not sure he can top yours, but nonetheless, he IS quite annoying. So here it is! First of all, let me preface by saying that I am female. My roommate and I had a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship once upon a time, a LONG time ago, but since we hace

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Ok, so I haven't checked this site in a while... oops. Anyway, I got another random post from a disgruntled roommate. (Not mine...) One thing about shitty roomates: you wish they were gone, and then you get one like ten times worse, and wish the other one was back. Shit I thought the other two dudes were bad. They were messy and made noise late at night, but damn, this guy has had the police/

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Hey! Someone randomly checked out the "Roommate Chronicles"! Here's the post: Name: FunkerMitis City Denver Sent: 12.25 am - 5/30 2003 I feel your pain! My roommate couldn't be dumber! She is a photography student. I was going to Wal-Mart, when she asked if they had "that stuff you put in your camera to put the pictures on." I looked at her and said, "uhh.... film?" Her eyes lit up and

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Looky looky here! I have a guestbook! So if you have any comments or just want to say 'hi', click here!

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Here is a website that I found that chronicles another stupid ass roommate!

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So, I recently received my power bill which would reflect a full month of Mike-free living. Which means that the air conditioning, coffee maker and xbox games were not run all day long. Our bill went from $220 to $113. A savings of $107. Living without that dipshit keeps getting better and better!

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We still have the table and as of yet have not heard from Mike. Maybe he's in New York, maybe he's in a New York jail. Who knows...

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Mike finally got around to getting his part of the power bill to me. For some reason, he had to get a money order. What's wrong, dude? No checking account anymore? Anyway, who cares... I got my money and that's what counts! He still has a table at my house and I will be OH SO attentive to him when he needs it back. As far as I'm concerned, I'm free of this jackass... he's on MY schedule

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So, the power bill was due on the 23rd so Mike is 3 days late. Are you surprised? Neither am I. I checked the answering machine and on it was a message from him saying that he needed us to call him so he could pay his portion of the bill. Of course, this is after he called a few days prior saying he would come by and drop it off in the mailbox or slip it under the door. It's no surprise

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I checked my voicemail yesterday and LO AND BEHOLD! A message from Mike! It was in the usual meandering manner, first saying "sorry about the mail" and then later saying that he wasn't sorry because it wasn't his fault. He claimed that he specifically told them that he only wanted his mail held. You see, he's one of the few on the planet that would screw up something like this by not filling

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He's GONE! WOO HOO!!! Finally! I'll scan the note he left so you can see it. Maybe someone can do some handwriting analysis on it! It basically said that he would keep the same number and that he was leaving the kitchen table for a month. Apparently, he made arrangements with my brother. Just as an aside, the pile of cleaning supplies and crap in the pantry that he left there months ago are

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The dumbass roommate is still haunting me! I haven't received mail for several days so I called the post office and they informed me that a person by the name of "Mike" asked that the mail be put on hold. So the reason I haven't gotten mail is because Mike is a *&%$#*&@ &^%$@#&^!!!!!!!!

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Now it's YOUR turn! Send me your worst roommate story and we'll see if you can best my nightmare! The best ones will get posted (anonymously, if you wish). Greg, you're disqualified. I told you I was sorry for wanting to eat all of your Hamburger Helper and Tombstone pizzas! (Or maybe I didn't.) Also, if you've met Mike and would like to add your impressions about the experience, drop me a

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Click on torn piece of scrap cardboard to enlarge! This is what was left behind by Mike. Unless you include bad memories and a set of damaged mini blinds. My only question is that if he used cardboard for the note, what is he going to sleep in tonight? Ha ha ha ha ha! I'm half joking, by the way. I overheard him calling someone as he was moving asking questions like "How many roommates do

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That past weekend was spent far away from the homestead, which was good because it kept my mind off of the whole roommate thing. He now has six days to get all of his belongings out of the house. Ohhhh... I'm getting excited! I haven't been to the house in a few days but I suspect he hasn't done a thing to prepare for the move. And I'm not obliged to extend his stay so anything that isn't

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Nothing new to report... all's quiet on the southeastern front. He hasn't made a dent in his packing as far as I can tell. He might be completely oblivious to the date. I guess when there's no clear distinction between "weekday" and "weekend", every day is a day off. I'm nervous about his last days at the house. Anyone capable of pouring coffee on someone's phone is capable of doing

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Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I'm giddy! Ha ha ha ha! I've seen faint signs of the end. He's actually started cleaning the porch! Just in time... the cigarette butts are all swept up into one spot. Nothing thrown away, though. He's probably reminiscing about all those delicious cigarettes.

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This is from the "Addictions & Life Page", a web site that gives free information about drug abuse. Signs and Symptoms Behavior characteristics associated with substance abuse Abrupt changes in work or school attendance, quality of work, work output, grades, discipline. Unusual flare-ups or outbreaks of temper. Withdrawal from responsibility. General

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Ok, his ugly, pain-in-the-ass couch is gone and his drums are all packed up. Very exciting. I hate that couch. It's this 27 piece monstrosity that curves around the whole room. It's very uncomfortable because it has this strange hump to it that forces you to sloutch on it and makes it impossible for you to lie on it. The pieces are not connected so if you are sitting in one

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Only one day left! And I can't tell you how excited I am! I've pretty much stayed away at the house because my brother is there and can keep an eye on things. I know for a fact that if I am around him I'm going to be tempted to tell him what kind of bum I think he is. So, it's best I just stay away so his departure is timely. And I'll help that things are calm when he leaves because there's

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I was up at 8am to see that progress was being made. Not a peep. Mike spent the entire official last day sleeping in his room and I guess his girlfriend sat there watching him. I'll never understand that whole deal. She is a nice, friendly girl and seems to have her shit together. She actually seems to be the opposite of him, at least this is what outward appearances would suggest. She

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Ok... so the "world's laziest prick" waited until I left the house to ask my brother if he could move out tomorrow at noon. For some reason that logic can't explain, he said "I don't see any problem." So Mike has basically stayed in his room all day and not moved a thing. Just hung out with his girlfriend and stayed in his room. OUT OUT OUT!!!!!!!

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Here's another story about Mike and his endless, childlike innocense. By "childlike innocense", I mean that he acts like a newborn. Lots of drooling and pants-shitting. Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I was sitting in the living room, watching "Food Network" when Mike wandered in on his way to the Porch of Doom. Next is an actual conversation between me and the world's biggest dipshit. Mike: "Hey!

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So I came home after working my two jobs to a dirty kitchen, of course. A good portion of the mess was mine so I cleaned it. Wiped everything down and put stuff in the sink to put in the dishwasher later. And then I left the kitchen. Came back an hour later to find a wine bottle on the counter with the cork floating inside, some odd black smear on the counter and a bottle of gin on the

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I've decided to post some pictures of the porch where Mike likes to sit for hours. When he could be working. It's actually CLEANER than it was last week. For some reason, he took down his row of beer bottles he had lined up on the windowsill. Here's a wide shot of the porch. This is where losers go to contemplate their future. Or their next beer. I put the paper bag out there so he

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My roommate just unloaded some samples of Vioxx on me. Why, I have no idea. He apparently got a whole bunch of it for his surgery as samples and doesn't need them all. I think he's trying to get on my good side in some odd way. Doesn't he realize that all he has to do is CLEAN UP AFTER HIMSELF?!!!

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In response to the retarded, stammering message he left on my voicemail, I decided to confuse him with a letter that addressed all of his rambling issues. It was six pages, double spaced. I talked about how he never ever cleans. It's insane. Apparently, the only response he could come up with was a mark on the cover page in red pen giving me an "A+" but saying that I should use spell check.

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This is Crazy Dude. He's crazy. And he'd like to voice his opinion about the roommate situation. "Why is this guy still alive?! Maybe it's the 15 cups of coffee talking, but I would have gutted him like a friggin' fish months ago? Are you a saint? Or are you just a friggin' stupid ass?! ANSWER ME!!!!!!" Well, Crazy Guy... "It's 'Crazy Dude', dickhead! Get it straight!?!!!

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Today, I came home and needed to use the phone. It was on the floor of the living room on the cradle, recharging. As I put the receiver to my face, I noticed the distinct odor of coffee. I further noticed that the entire phone was sticky and I looked down at the charger to see a small pool of coffee in the curved inside part. Someone had poured coffee on the phone, enough to cover it and

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My brother came back from traveling to notice a buzz coming from one of his speakers. As if someone was playing them loudly and they they blew. Hmmm... wonder who would go into his room and play Xbox with the sound blasting? Any guesses? Anyone?! I'll give you a hint... I've been staying at my girlfriend's apartment and have my own Xbox and have no reason to be in his room. Hmm.... wait a

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Mike and I had "words" yesterday. I came home early from work and found an empty house and a thermostat set at 76 degrees. It's wonderful to pay for other people's stupidity. I called his answering machine and left a stern but polite message asking him to PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE adjust the thermostat if he's planning on leaving the house and to make sure to let his girlfriend know to do that as

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Mike took it apon himself to go into the fridge and drink an entire 12 pack of beer that belonged to my brother. Well, he and his friends did. Perhaps he was celebrating the return of his license, which incidentally is to be used only to get to work and back. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! (UPDATE: The license was reinstated with no restrictions. Well, he's on probation or whatever they call it

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Mike is one of those roommates who is so self centered that I don't believe he even realizes or appreciates that his actions affect other people. Living in a house with someone like that is completely nerve racking. My brother is in a band and sometimes he gets in late from gigs. One morning, he climbed into bed around 4am. He was awoken a little over two hours later by the cacophonic

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Mike has had his license returned. I believe it's one of those "work, school and home" licenses that only allow limited hours for him to drive. He told my brother that he plans on staying in a friends apartment for a little bit after the lease is up and then moving to New York. If you can make it there... etc, etc...

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I had to leave a note on the fridge today because Mike has decided that it's important to keep the AC running regardless of whether people are in the house or not. And since he has all this disposable income, why not spend it on unnecessarily pricey power bills and alcohol, says he! He has a joint account with his mom, so I'm pretty sure that she's covering his bills anyway, which is confusing

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Mike was bragging to Chris and extolling the virtues of collecting unemployment. Hey kids! Can you spell "BUM"? I knew that you could! A few weeks later, I found a crumpled note in the kitchen ( a few feet from the garbage can) from the unemployment office saying that his benefits had been denied. HA HA HA HA!! Now he has to pay back the money!!! HA HA HA HA HA!!! F*cking bum!!!! (

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Here's a chart that might help explain the roommate situation.Disclaimer: I know the numbers don't really add up. You get the idea. Bite me.

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Does Mike have a criminal record? I'll give you a minute to think about it..... Yeah, you're right. He does. He decided a couple of weeks after being pulled over and then let go after drinking all night to test his luck. Maybe he was celebrating his current employment situation. Anyway, the po-po's were in full effect this night. He wasn't let go with a warning. And

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Does Mike have a job? The answer -- a resounding "NO". He couldn't hack the high stress world of the hospitality industry. Apparently, a customer called back 20 minutes after ordering her eggs benedict and carafe of OJ and he told her to "f*ck off". And he was proud to tell me about it. And a couple of weeks later, he was bragging to my brother about how he was going to collect

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The Mike saga continues... Ok... so this guy keeps getting worse and worse. For a year, he was constantly late paying his share of the power bill. When I asked him the 50 billionth time about it, he asked me why I pay the bill so soon... my response? "BECAUSE THAT'S WHEN IT'S F*CKIN' DUE!?!!!" I'm telling you, his parents must have dropped him on his head as a kid.

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You'll have to excuse my lack of updates lately. I've been working eleven hour days which includes my internship as well as helping my girlfriend move. It's SO much fun to be this tired. The Mike Story... continued... Mike decided that he wanted to practice drums one day so as he was banging away, he managed to put his elbow through a glass window. Instead of having someone fix it, he

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Ok... I've been bagged on for not blogging enough. Fine. I'll write every day. I'm inspired by my soon-to-be ex-roommate, henceforth named "Mike". He's a dipshit and I feel I should chronical his misadventures. So... on to part two. Soon after Mike arrived, I began hearing rumors, like the fact that he was on ritalin and had ADD. Or ADHD. Or whatever they call it now. And he wasn't

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So now I'm realizing that I should have used this site as a forum for rants regarding my roommate, henceforth named "Mike". Mike is always a source of frustrating amazement. He's in his early twenties with no real goals or aims in life. I ended up with him because the previous roommate was a nutjob. We will call him "Allen". Allen was a friend of mine and my brother's but we came to realize

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