I had a gay roommate after I transferred schools... I could tell right off bat something was up with dude but I never really saw him on the reg. We had a 3 story spot and there were 4 of us, he just so happened to be the only gay dude in the house. I had morning classes and was done by 12. I can't tell you dude's name since we never spoke but I had no issue with the dude until I would come home AFTER him and whomever got finished doing their thing. My room was next to his and you could tell if that cat got some ass or was giving it up cause it smelled like shit.
There were more than a handful of nights where I would come home with a shortie and we would have to leave cause you had to walk thru the smell to get to my room. For the most part he kept to himself and tried to do his thing when no one was home but there were times when either me or one of the other two roommates would run into this cat when he would be trying to sneak one of his "friends" out the house after a session. Shit was nasty... His room always smelled like shit. There was one morning I woke up with my shortie and was on my way to the restroom. I see this man door open and since I had to walk past his door to get to the restroom I was going to say "Sup" and I wish I didn't...

this nicca was looking at BET that morning BEATING HIS SHIT, DOOR WIDE THE FUCK OPEN and it smelled like SHIT ALL IN THE HALLWAY

... and without thought I yell out AWW DAMN



turn around, go back into my room and told lil mama, I'm sick...

She asked me what was wrong.

cause I know I had a crazy look on my face. I told her what the fuck just happened and she didn't believe me.


(thinking to myself, why the fuck would I make up some shit like that)

I know I had to have one of those looks like I should slap the shit out of you... I told her to go in the hall and see for herself. We could hear this man moving around so she waits a few before getting up herself. So I'm sure he heard us talking about him which is why he got up and rolled out the spot so quick. After he left, she got up, opened the door was just as mad and sick as I was... I never saw dude again in the house and he moved out at the end of the semester. Heard him a few times after that but I kept my door shut and never came out when I knew he was home.
We complained to the folks in the office how he had the place smelling. The other two roommates had to smell it too cause the washer and dryer were on the top floor where my room was. The lady in the office kept saying there was nothing she could do to remove the dude. She just said he had to leave on own and the fastest way to get him to do that was make him feel uncomfortable but quickly followed up even that may not work. The lady in the office just laughed at me

when I told her the story even had to take a seat... but was just as disgusted as I was when I told her what the hallway smelled like.



and understood where I was coming from
