Never accept a roommate out of financial desperation I have known many fats. And I have many a woeful tale to tell because of this. This is the story of Bariatney.  I worked with Bariatney for a short period of time that happened to coincide with my former shitlord roommate leaving my crappy little house to move to LA.  Bariatney made a deal with me that she would rent a room for $400/mo. It was like pulling teeth to get it, even though shortly after (days) she moved in, she moved in a pig fucker, and a dog(big untrained puppy). This girl had no furniture, and I let her use my twin mattress, which by the end of her two month stay, was flat as a fucking pancake. I shit you not. I'm not good at guessing weight but I would've put her at >300lbs. Back then I was good at ignoring my disgust. I still had to intentionally ignore it. Force it down, like nyquil. Except nyquil helps you sleep,  and her body would give you nightmares. Aside from her dog peeing on everything,  and her pig fucker annoyingly spending all of his jobless time chatting with chicks online, the worst thing about Bariatney was her lying. I don't need to go into too much detail here, but one thing I will never forget, is her telling me about how she had borrowed her grandparent's car, and while she was driving it something (part of the car)  fell out. She returned the car to her grandparents and pretended nothing happened.  The selfish fucking nerve of this entitled twat putting her grandparents lives at risk for what? The moment she finished telling me that I knew I had made a mistake.  She ended up moving out partially because I confronted her in front of my guest about her dog's piss in on my blanket, and like the car, she pretended she had just spilled water on it. But mostly because I actually expected her to pay rent.