Real Story: Rich Ass

It was my first year living out, I was in a 4 bedroom bording house living with a guy I knew from Highschool though he was a year ahead of me, a girl who was never around and returned only to feed her white rat, and this rich asshole. First day he moved in I ddn't like him. He spent the first night listening to full blast gangster rap until the land lord came down and told him to shut it down. Every night this happened! He's leave piles of dirty dishes all over the kitchen in plastic grocerie bags and leave notes like "This place is a mess, you guys should clean it up".

Things got even worse when he snagged himself a girlfriend. She was over at least 4 nights a week and even though there was a bathroom between his bedrom and mine, I could hear the skin slapping and the noises she made can only be compared to a mentally ill turkey. I couldn't tell if she was enjoying herself or laughing her ass off, but it was the sound that would be heard all night and even in the day time while I was trying to cook. They had no concideraton for any of us. I'd have 20 minutes before I had to go to work and they would decide to take an hour long shower together.

Also he was a resources hog. He'd go through 3 toilet paper rolls a week and leave them scattered everywheres BUT in the waste basket. He'd never replace the toilet paper and there was black pubic hair all over the place. He was the only one in the basement with black hair. He also left notes demanding that Colin, the guy form my highschool, and I clean the bathroom because it was a disgusting mess. He never touched it once. The only time I saw the bathroom cleaned by anyone other than Me or Colin, was when his family came and it was not Him who cleaned the bathroom but his brother and sister.

This guy, though hailing from Vancouver and not having the least bit of an accent, was Indian in race, not that I hold that against him, but he liked making these Indian dishes loaded with Curry that would stink up the entire basement for three full days. The land lady couldn't stand the smell of it either and multiple times had to tell him that he couldn't cook it.

I assume his parents were rich because he was always talking on his Cel Phone, had the newest most expensive Hockey equipment and stereo system and lap top. Never once did I see him touch his hockey equipment. I think he had to replace his expensive speakers 3 times since from 10am until 11pm, he's be blasting the same rap CD on full blast even when he was in the shower so he could hear it.

Finally, I got fed up and I believe this could very well be the grossest thing I ever did in my entire life but it was worth it. For a week, I jacked off into a bottle and kept it in the freezer. When I figured I had enough, I dumped the foul smelling gag inducing liquid into his shampoo and shook it up. The double wammy was later on, him and his girlfriend decided to take one of their hour long noisy showers. I have no regrets. But in the end I think he got the final laugh... as he left me to pay his part of the Cable bill which he hadn't put in his share for three months... And I couldn't stop him since he moved out in hte middle of the night without warning.