It's time for a blanket party--pure and simple.
I think to accidentally suffocate him when we turn the lights off during the blanket party.
We agreed that karma will get him eventually. With the way he eats and diabetes running in his family, he's going to have a miserable old-agehood (antiquity? i need one good word to describe it. how come you people don't have one special word for that in this language of yours? Oh, nevermind).
that shows as senility in my dictionary. Surely not every old person is senile. Some just have bad diabetes. And know every last bit about it.
It's a military term.
You wait til the middle of the night, sneak into his bedroom--throw a blanket over him--beat the hell out of him--and disappear.
He'll get the message.
He'd never know what hit him, I bet!
Exactly!
Have some friends over to help.
The bastard is peeing in the shower, for Bob's sake!!
He won't know who did it? There's only two of us here besides him. AND, I do NOT want to enter his room for any circumstance.
ahem, it was a joke.
he just made pacakes. you could cut the air in the kitchen with a knife, full of fumes.
what is it that he's mumbling in the kitchen? somethinig about cuttlery. obviously, he wants to be overheard, but he won't communicate it directly. in which case, screw him.
OK. I guess this only works in a barracks....or a dorm...
patiodog wrote:littlek wrote:Pdawg! Have you been seen about this at all yet? I mean when it happened before? Scary!
dlowan, my parents have already helped.
It's the dry, dry cold that causes the bits of blood. And I've been out in the dry, dry cold quite a bit of late (bad bus service, no free parking).
Pdawg, I went to the cemetery today and saw a chilling message that seemed to be directed to you. This poor man died of a disease so terrible that they named it on his tombstone as a warning to those who may be suffering the same plight. Please get thee to a doctor before Frost Cough takes you too!
You know, if you really want this guy to leave, you should just do what has always worked for you in the past. One of you has to date him.
Oh, Yes! Wicked burn! BOO-yah!!!
Didn't you have enough from the last spell, kicky??
And for this nasty comment ,
you shall have another 10 years without sex.
Enjoy!
I'll copy a post I wrote yesterday and backed off of posting re all this with the roommate..
You two can access contempt swiftly, and are fairly closed about it. I don't disagree, or not by too much. But I'd never pass your muster and I'm stilll alive. Me, I'd never use lysol or do the touch knobs with cloth thing, I say, rolling eyes. Wash your own hands. And I'm not lysol fan.
This could be emphasized in your next advert (or interviewed at length about. I'm not less closed off than you two, well, who knows, but I can recognize these needs.) Learn from this episode. You care about this business, state it up front.
Not that I am a fan of your roommate, but he was a fool walking in - two things: he is, apparently, a fool of sorts, or representative of another sphere, and he's got some tough women to deal with, though they are incorrigibly polite - for which he is little equipped. Not that it matters, as he doesn't seem to notice, and you two back off since all this wasn't explained in any signing of lease by the guy. If it matters that a roommate not hang a personal item in the bathroom, make this clear at first, in writing.
I do see him as a snuffling dripping loud fool, given the descriptions, but neither of you ever bring any mess up of his to a head. Do you mean to repeatedly roll over about cabinet door slamming, or microwave wakeups, suffering, suffering?
I now thank my lucky stars that my exhub never annoyed me, or, apparently, I never annoyed him, much, anyway, re the kitchen/bathroom, etc. Good thing, since we lived a long time in tight quarters.
I can more relate to this thread re stuff with my business partner, and my own behavior as annoying for her.
Osso, we don't roll over - we tell him. We had an impromptu house meeting tonight. I brought up the sour smell in the bathroom, that I needed him to be more aware in the bathroom. We talked about noise, we talked about the cleaning schedule. I brought up the hand washing again. And this time he WASHED his hands. Once.
It was brutal all around.
Carry on, nurse! (I never did see that movie...)
