I was friends with this guy "Bob" for years. His parents died, left him a fortune (Mercedes, new Cherokee, a house, stocks, bonds, and a shitload of cash) He was a millionare. He wanted to live with me and I said ok cus we were friends and it would be easier for me to pay bills with someone paying half. That didn't happen.
For one, Bob-hole never paid his half of the rent or utilites on time. When we went food shopping, he'd throw whatever he wanted into the cart, I'd write a check, and he didn't want to pay. When he finally did pay, he would pay for half of what he picked out but eat ALL OF MY FOOD. Good deal- pay half, get 100%.
He started shit with my landlord, neighbors, my friends and family, and anyone who came over to make repairs. He would call me and wake me up any time of night- 12:00, 3:00, 5:30-it did not matter that those are hours I sleep. He'd even call my family at late hours like that no matter how many times he was told not to. Everytime we went out to eat he would find fault with the waiters or waitresses just so he didn't have to tip them. He would degrade them and give them a hard time for no reason at all, treated them like dirt.
He farted and burped out loud all the time no matter where we were. He'd curse in front of mothers and their children- no respect. When the millenium came, he panicked and bought a shitload of canned beans. When you live in a little trailer with the windows closed during wintertime, there is no room for a burping fartbag like him eating BEANS. Especially since he smoked like a freight train and never emptied the ashtrays. He'd leave one square of toilet paper on the roll just so he didn't have to get another one 2 feet away right in front of him.
One night he woke me up around 2 a.m.- I heard all this moaning and groaning in the bathroom, banged on the wall yelling "A fine time to start jerking off!. You woke me up you asshole!" It ends up he was just taking a shit but he really could have kept it down.
I already mentioned that he was rich- but he didn't want to bother to buy some teeth. When he smiled he looked like a fucking Jack O'Lantern and I'd like to stick a candle in his head. Eventually he got some teeth but they fell out of his pocket. I hope they got run over by a car and are travelling around town.
He hasn't worked in years and lived off his parents until they died. He was stuck up because of his money and because he did not have to work. He got evicted from my place for all the trouble he caused and since he was a compulsive gambler trying to get more rich, he gambled away everything he had and now drives a taxi. What a nightmare he was.
For one, Bob-hole never paid his half of the rent or utilites on time. When we went food shopping, he'd throw whatever he wanted into the cart, I'd write a check, and he didn't want to pay. When he finally did pay, he would pay for half of what he picked out but eat ALL OF MY FOOD. Good deal- pay half, get 100%.
He started shit with my landlord, neighbors, my friends and family, and anyone who came over to make repairs. He would call me and wake me up any time of night- 12:00, 3:00, 5:30-it did not matter that those are hours I sleep. He'd even call my family at late hours like that no matter how many times he was told not to. Everytime we went out to eat he would find fault with the waiters or waitresses just so he didn't have to tip them. He would degrade them and give them a hard time for no reason at all, treated them like dirt.
He farted and burped out loud all the time no matter where we were. He'd curse in front of mothers and their children- no respect. When the millenium came, he panicked and bought a shitload of canned beans. When you live in a little trailer with the windows closed during wintertime, there is no room for a burping fartbag like him eating BEANS. Especially since he smoked like a freight train and never emptied the ashtrays. He'd leave one square of toilet paper on the roll just so he didn't have to get another one 2 feet away right in front of him.
One night he woke me up around 2 a.m.- I heard all this moaning and groaning in the bathroom, banged on the wall yelling "A fine time to start jerking off!. You woke me up you asshole!" It ends up he was just taking a shit but he really could have kept it down.
I already mentioned that he was rich- but he didn't want to bother to buy some teeth. When he smiled he looked like a fucking Jack O'Lantern and I'd like to stick a candle in his head. Eventually he got some teeth but they fell out of his pocket. I hope they got run over by a car and are travelling around town.
He hasn't worked in years and lived off his parents until they died. He was stuck up because of his money and because he did not have to work. He got evicted from my place for all the trouble he caused and since he was a compulsive gambler trying to get more rich, he gambled away everything he had and now drives a taxi. What a nightmare he was.
