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In my first year of university (i'm now in third) I lived on student accomodation in a town-house with three other people. One was a 40 year old Indian school teacher who had lived with his parents all his life. Friendly guy but a nightmare to live with. He left massive turds in the toilet (HUGE ones as he saved it up until he had his daily shower), left hair everywhere (he was the hairest guy i've ever seen),pissed on the seat (wasn't used to western toilets) and I swear once I found a piece of shit on my towel as must have got them mixed up.
We had to leave him notes for him to work on his aim and to flush the toilet as it was too weird discussing such issues with a 40 year old, especially since I was only 17.
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I don't give a fuck thats the problem. I see a motherfuckin cop i don't dodge them.
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