Let's see...
ok so i had three roomates... two turned out to be my best friends... the other as you can guess turned into a disaster...
ok so the first 3rd roommate was deported.... she never showered, never cleaned anything, and was the loudest person ever.
when we finally got a replacement, i had to head home because my grampy had passed away from his battle with a brain tumor. Needless to say, I was an absolute wreck, and still upset when I got back. I get back to meet this new girl, and after not working for nearly two weeks (snow storm in new england), I see that my food is missing. ALL OF IT. So I talk to my roomates that I love, and asked them if they had any food... they had none. So I hadn't even met this girl, had no money to go get new food, and she had eaten all my food. So I confront her about it and SHE LIES to my face saying she never ate it. We found wrapers and pasta of mine in the sink and in her room... it was obvious.
So when I finally have money to go get new food, I get it and realize that my milk is diminishing much quicker than it should be. I decide to make hash marks on the bottle so that I would know they were there, and she would not.... WELL... by the time the milk was gone, I had consumed about 2 cups...confronted her about it... and she denied it again.
I guess maybe I could see if this girl had no money... but her dad owned 5 McDonald's in Chicago, and was loaded. The worst part is that I hadn't even met her yet, was home for a funeral, and she ate my food. She was absolute filth... she also thought it was ok to watch my TV when I was at work, and then act like I left it on when I'd come in and catch her....
It was all hilarious though.. and all ok because I ended up with two amazing best friends... so it's something we laugh about a lot.