[Stu from NYC]

Originally Posted by scooterstang

When I was younger I owned my own house and needed roomates to help with mortgage payments and utilities. I averaged a yearly turnover rate. Things were fine and then they weren't!! One of them was selling drugs out of my house while I was working and another got so drunk he fell asleep with a cigarette in his mouth and damm near burned my house down with me living in the basement with no way out. I just happened to come upstairs to get a Diet mountain dew and saw a glow from the hallway going to his room! I opened the door and the mattress was burning all around the edges and he was passed out. I had to lift him thru the flames onto the floor and then I dragged the mattress thru my house and threw it in the front yard(luckily it was pouring rain outside to put it out. man if I would not have woke up he would be dead and so would I.

Wow