Omg not the sodas!!! They would have to go. Also the nerve of them to paint over a stain.. That would make me want to move to another planet for sure.

I had a roommate steal another roommates car and debit card and drove to Portland from CA. To top it off he had a gun so we were terrified when he randomly showed back up a few nights later. 

He painted inside the fridge?? I need to know where he is now and how life is going for him. 

I had a roommate who was so mad I was moving out to live with my boyfriend that she "accidentally" knocked my new flat screen TV off the console and smashed it to bits. 

I moved out in the middle of the night -- literally -- and we never spoke again

I had a roommate who was a "model" and a door to door book seller during the summer (these two things were her personality, and I'm pretty sure the latter was a cult). She was the worst, and there are so many stories. The best story though... one time, she actually held an orgy in the apartment, and one gal came running out, crying, muttering, "I can't do this." 

My former roommate would spend 45 mins in the bathroom every night doing... god knows what. I never heard any water running, any blow drying, or even any toilet flushing. I always had to make sure I got in to brush my teeth and get ready for bed before she did, otherwise I would be left to wait an hour for her to get out. 

And, if I ever knocked on the door to see if she could speed it up, she would yell, "Occupied!" as if it was a public restroom and we weren't the only two people there.

I used to get along with my freshman college roommate until the end of freshman year. Because I didn't invite her to an end-of-year celebration, my sorority was doing. After that, she said I was a lousy roommate for leaving her out and never spoke to me again.

I had a roommate who held a grudge against me because the apartment I chose for us didn’t have closets big enough to fit her dozen or so hat boxes.

Hat boxes. In NYC. I don’t think Big’s apartment could even fit a dozen hat boxes.  

I also had a roommate in college who I loved, but she would snooze her alarm for TWO HOURS straight every morning. I started adjusting my schedule to early morning classes to avoid it. 

So there's a new true crime docu-series that dropped on Netflix today called Worst Roommate Ever about people who wound up sharing a space with con artists, serial killers and the like.  (Obviously, I'm devoting my day to watching this.) 

Having lived in NYC for years I had mooooooore than my fair share of terrible roommates. My worst experience was living with a bunch of out of work actors (need I say more) who would loudly have sex, steal my sodas, and were just generally inconsiderate weirdos. 

The ultimate moment, however, came when we finally had to move out of the apartment (an even longer story) and I asked one of the roommates (who talked in the third person occasionally), who left a huge reddish/orange stain/spill in our fridge for months, to clean it so it wouldn't be taken out of our deposit. Instead of actually cleaning it, he instead PAINTED OVER THE STAIN. To this day I still can't believe it and I am so grateful I am no longer in my 20s and live alone. 

What's your worst roommate ever story?