Fat Fucking Roommate Pt. 2 So, a few days ago I posted about living with a fatass. There's a few more things to it, some of which brings me great joy. But first some more downsides. Number one: The smell. I play a lot of Beat Saber, a VR game that's basically Step Mania with light-sabers. When I play the game, I wear a VR Headset, so I can't see anything going on around me. One day, I hear someone at the door, and I wonder who it is. Then the smell hits me and I know. This jackass doesn't shower daily, or clean his room. When his door is open, the entire house fills up with stench. When we collide in the kitchen, I have to either leave or tell him to shower. I have to tell a full grown man to shower. It's disgusting. Number two: The mess. His room is a disaster, but what do I care if he has to wade through 6 inches of clothes to get to his bed? What I do care about is the kitchen, he does not associate making food with making a mess, or maybe just ignores the mess? Either way, he eats about 3 foods (pizza, chicken strips and whatever I make), and the first two make crumbs, which get all over the counter and he never cleans up. We now have ants. But there is light at the end of the tunnel! Every night, he comes home after me, so I'm usually in bed by the time he gets home, and that's when IT starts. IT is a collection of noises that are borderline not human. IT lasts for about half an hour, and is triggered by the hambeast coming home from outside (having to walk a few hundred meters in the process) grabbing a soda from the fridge, and waddling into it's lair of filth. What then follows is a soundboard of noises, burping, sneezing, coughing, clearing his throat, and occasionally a fart; it's the sound of a body dying. And IT makes me so fucking happy. Thank you all for reading, this sub helped me lose enough weight to bring me from obese to normal. Keep up the shitlording!