PSA: Just another reminder not to live with fats (Obligatory sorry I'm on mobile spiel) I thought I'd share a bit about my fat fuck roommate (in celebration of no longer living with him). He's about 350lbs (and I'm pretty sure he mentioned something about how he isn't obese) and the biggest slob I've ever had to deal with, so I just wanted to rant about living with him the past year. We needed another person to fill a slot looking for houses and we don't know many people so we brought him into it with us. A mistake where I knew better but still made the bad decision anyway. First off, he's your typical condescending neckbeard who is obviously smarter than you with his superior intellect. He's a self proclaimed "genius" who's failed a good chunk of his classes and flunked out of his program. If you talk to him about anything he tries to correct you in perfect "well actually..." style. Second, he's a fucking slob. He walks around the house in boxers subjecting us to his shitty blubbery body, in a house full of women (like we want to see that shit). The other day he was talking to me and all I could smell was B.O. He leaves dirty dishes to go mouldy in the sink for as long as he can before someone else does them or he gets nagged enough to bother getting off his fat ass and do them himself. He trashes the kitchen making anything and leaves aess all over every surface. Getting him to do anything is constant nagging at him for it. (Example: I manage shared bills and instead of paying me he buys pizza 5 times in a week, each time 2 XL pizzas with drinks and bread and shit then tells me he can't pay me because he's broke). However, his living space is atrocious.   He has his own section of the house, which now has taken on the distinct smell of unwashed fupa as my roommate says, and you can smell it instantly. He has garbage bags everywhere, which he's accumulated since moving in, and acts like anyone asking him to remove them is the worst fucking thing. His bathroom is caked in grime, the garbage goes up the wall since it isn't emptied, and occasionally he just leaves his "toys" around.  Haven't been in his room much but we took a peek in the other day and along with normal fatty grossness his bedsheets were all stained with I don't want to know what. And he destroys our front and backyard. Throws his cigarette butts all over the place even though he has an ash tray and leaves empty timmies cups outside too. I'm sure I've forgotten some things and I'll have to share more specific examples of his shitty fat behaviour but this is long enough already (sorry). All in all just a reminder that living with fat fucks is the worst and don't ever do it, it's never worth it.