Most of us, at one time or another, have had to deal with roommates. Whether you're living with best friends or random strangers, it's never easy sharing a home. You have different sleep schedules, different habits, and different levels of what you consider to be clean.
Old roommate was shameless enough to eat my Thanksgiving leftovers (even when he had his own food in the fridge) yeah I was not happy about that. He stole many items that I bought, but the Thanksgiving leftovers…. Too far, that meant WAR.
I had a roommate once who drank a ton of milk. However, she would pour a glass, drink half of it and leave the remainder on the window sill behind the sofa. Just glass after glass. By the end of the week, I couldn't go into the living room because the smell of the rotting milk made me want to throw up.