In college, I lucked out and my junior-year roommate was the campus's only female dealer – which meant that a lot of other women on campus chose her for safety. I honestly wasn't mad at the hustle. It was the post-party crowds that would knock on our door at 4 a.m. and the 6 a.m. meetings with her supplier that turned me into an insomniac.
But that has nothing on these infuriating roommates:
This roommate refuses to clean their rice cooker and now it's growing another species: