Fat roommate has a serious problem A little over a week I've been living with my roommate, and he already astounded me in more unpleasant ways than I care to remember. I've always seen fat people around. They always instinctively grossed me out, but seeing one's eating habits in the flesh is an experience in of itself. He's self-destructing, and I'm not even sure he realizes it. First, he ate all of my bread. His constant inhalation of unhealthy filth from the vending machines. Then it was the protein bars. Today, it was a smorgasbord of garbage from the NEX gas station down the street. He brought back, in his backpack, I kid you not: about six pre-made packaged sandwiches, three bags of garlic-flavored rye chips, a jar of sunflower butter, about six Twix bars, and five fucking bags of assorted trail mixes. Some really weird trail mixes, too. He's just...sitting at his Xbone, plowing through it.  What in the actual fuck?