I have to deal with one now... So my girlfriend decided to move into my building, the apartment immediately below mine. Sounds like a dream, right? Not quite. The previous tenants left the place decently clean for an apartment move out, but not as spotless as myself and my girlfriend liked it, so we decided to clean it. Mind you, this is a 4 bedroom apartment, that the landlords couldn't find a group for, so they offered people to roll the dice and see what they end up with for roommates. I met the 1st two and thought everything was going to be cool. Then, I met the last roommate. I was at the opposite end of the apartment, scrubbing out the shower, when I heard the wheezing. I thought it was people moving a heavy dresser or such, perhaps they need a hand. Nope! It was a 5ft4ish lardbeast, at least 300 lbs, sitting on the floor of her bedroom. She was pumping up an air mattress with a hand pump that came with it. The only items in her room were the box from the mattress and a bag with clothes tents spilling out of it. She was sweating like she had just run a marathon while pulling a semi-truck. The first thing my girlfriend does, she pulls at my arms and motions for me to walk out of earshot. "I have to be roommates with her, don't be a shitlord off the bat, give her a chance in case she's got something legitimate, blah blah blah." "are you the 4th roommate?" the lardbeast walked outside. "Where can I get some cherry juice around here? My arthritis is flaring up from all the work of moving." First time talking to this cow, and she's already spewing about her cuntdishuns...fuck! As the day went on, we found out she has several forms of arthritis, including gout. Who gets gout by their early  20's? She's an undergraduate student about to start another year of classes, and her constant eating of beetus fuel has caused her gout. The heavy moving she's done? Drive less than one hour with a car load of belongings, mostly clothes and school supplies, and unpack the car. She decided that earned her a "treat" and took off to get food, after complaining that I wasn't done scrubbing out the shower yet, so she couldn't wash up, but to please let her know when I am done, so she can get he filth all over it. She wreaked like Augeus's Stables and wanted to go to a business that serves food, because she earned it? She smelled so bad, the entire restaurant would clear out for a breath of fresh air. I left and didn't bother finding out what she "treated herself" to. She never took a shower though. Just went to sleep stinking  so bad, I hoped a skunk would spray the apartment for potpourri. 364 days of having to eal with this beast. I hope she moooooooves out early. Rant over.