Not to nitpick, but "cure" and "prevent" do not mean the same thing. If they did, my husband would not have lymphoma. That man can clear a whole house.

'Parently.

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so by smelling farts I prevent cancer and by laughing hysterically I give myself some light cardio! Beans tonight!

Semi-related story wherein I am the bad roommate, but since I lived alone at the time there was no one for me to complain about myself to in the first place:

"Making noodles in the bathtub is not normal. But on crack it is."

Internalized misogyny :(

Just in case you never figured it out...get a glass, put some apple vinegar in there, saran wrap the top, and poke holes with a tooth pick. They flock like crazy to that shit and can't get their way back out. I literally set one up yesterday and there's like 20 of them dead in there.

I feel like when someones that much of a D, their last name should also be published.

Yes, they actually do. The ones I've known IRL have either super young, naive "all other girls are whores who want my man" types or women with severe self-hatred that they prey on. Women can be huge misogynists too—it's pretty equal opportunity in that.

I once had a roommate who brought home the fruit flies they had used in an experiment for a genetics lab. She kept them as pets until they died. She was my second favorite roommate of all time. (They never escaped, so it was cool.)

As someone who has lived with a person who had a puppy who they refused to actually take the time to train, I feel you so much. There was always piss and shit everywhere, and I was expected to clean it up if I saw it first (rather than call him from his room to clean up after his puppy) and there were countless times…

Ooh, how was she anti-woman? From the story above it sounds like she was anti-humanity.

Wow, that took a turn for the worst really quickly.

With women who are as anti-woman as they are, evidently.

MRAs have girlfriends and sex?!?!?!?!?!?!

Uh...I think the latter story trumps the former story. Please go on...

Oh hell yes I have a bad roommate story.

I was renting a bedroom from a guy's house, and another guy rented the other room. I figured he was always doing some sort of drugs, because he usually had sweaty skin and glassy vacant eyes.