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"Last week," Ungersven confesses, "I vomited over almost everything in a friend's spare room. The only thing to escape the deluge was the rather attractive (alas engaged) French girl who was sharing the bed with me." Tell us about nightmare guests or Fred West-a-like hosts.

(, Thu 6 Jan 2011, 14:20)
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In my first year of Uni in England
One of our housemates was from Romania, Anna, and she was generally a nice girl. Quiet but nice. After a few weeks of getting to know my other housemates we came to realise she was extremely quiet, a workaholic and was OCD about cleanliness. She would come home from the nursing degree she was studying, retreat to her bedroom and not be seen again until 8AM the next day and would never eat in the kitchen as it was 'filthy'.

Fair enough we were students but we weren't filthy

Anyway, one Friday night while watching Green Wing with my then girlfriend and our housemate, John, when Anna came in with tears in her eyes. She said that she was hoping to have a bath but she couldn't due to the filth in the bath....

"You English say there are smears of filth?...it's horrible and I can't live like this" and started to cry

I will point out that this student house is a house of mature students. Everyone of us was over 25 and we kept that house in good shape. That day John had scrubbed the bathroom from top to bottom, so we looked at each other a little confused when she made this statement.

Me and John rushed up the stairs expecting to find some kind of dirty protest, shit smeared all over the bath or a huge coiled turd over the taps, or even explosive diarrhea. However as we ran in our noses were assaulted with the overwhelming smell of Flash All-In-One cleaner. It smelt like a musical, sweet and sickening, like Mary Poppins had been in and cleaned it only minutes before.

"Over there!" said Anna tears streaming and pointing to the bath. Me and John edged closer to the bath and peered over and there it was.......staring back at us, mocking our every attempt at cleaning.....

A pube......maybe......one solitary, curly black hair was in the bath.

"YA MEAN THIS!?" shouted John in his Newcastle accent, "Fooks sake man!", grabbed the shower head and in 2 seconds it was gone.

"That's your idea of clean!?" said Anna and retreated to her room again. From that day on she showered at the local leisure centre....in Eccles....I'd say the gutter was cleaner but each to their own.
(, Tue 11 Jan 2011, 10:47, Reply)

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