Originally posted by: bobsmith1492
Originally posted by: moshquerade
what.... the....
did you try to call him or his girlfriend?
this thread is beyond strange.
No, I don't know his or her cell phone number(s).
I agree it's strange; I shouldn't have mentioned the blanket thing.... that just got everyone started on the "lasagna" thing. I guess that's just the kind of thing that happens when you're drunk (I wouldn't know, but I'm definitely never going to drink alcohol).
This is the first time I've ever had problems with a room mate, so I really just don't know what to do or if I should do anything. I really wouldn't be concerned if he doesn't act so strangely; I mean, it's summer and he's a grown "man" after all, so why should I worry where he goes and what he does, provided it's not illegal and doesn't destroy the room or anything?
But, just to show you another reason why I'm concerned:
The other day he was making hamburger helper and asked if I wanted some; I said "sure," why not - no cooking that afternoon sounded good to me. So, we were hanging out in the kitchen and he was joking around about whatever, and I joined in (he claimed to be a "serious joker," and I said I can be also). Anyway, then he started talking about how he apparently used to mix feces in with hamburger when he lived with his parents so they would all get sick and have to go to the hospital; he called it some made-up-sounding disorder where one wants to inflict pain on themselves (or a related disorder where you inflict pain on others) in order to get attention. So anyway, I was like, yeah, he's joking...
Anyway, he then said he'd mixed a good amount of feces into the hamburger helper he was making. I was like "heh, right..." and he was like yeah, I'm joking. Anyway, he took some off on a plate to his room and put some on a plate for me. Before he closed his door, he was like "I wasn't joking about the feces in the hamburger helper." I was just thinking ok, he's kind of wierd (no surprise there!) and started eating (and surfing AT, probably). About 10 minutes or so later, he came out of his room and started puking horribly into the toilet. He came out into the kitchen and was like, "Boy, those feces sure were fast-acting." He retched a few times and spit stuff into the garbage can and disappeared back into his room. At that point, I quietly stopped eating the stuff, not really sure why he was throwing up. I'm pretty sure he was joking about the feces, and was just not doing to well trying to eat solid food (as you can see by his room, he seems to live on a liquid diet more or less, mostly alcohol). I was fine, though, after being nervous the rest of the evening, but I finished off the hamburger helper the next day. I think that was about the last time I saw him, besides maybe once for a while where he was looking for his cell phone the next day or something.
So there; I don't really want to tell these stories about him to anyone I know, so here it is, anonomously.