It might sound strange but I actually really enjoy cleaning a huge pile of dishes, silverware, cat food cans, etc piled up in the sink. If there are only a few things to clean I will just leave them there and wait until it actually gets full.

The household issue is that it drives my wife crazy and she gets mad at me. I'm just a dick I guess.

just drop her off bro ill take good care of her

Lol, she takes my salt life, and guy harvey shirts, I don't dress like a girl.

They were bad jokes

roommates turn on the ac in sub 60 degree weather

of course your gun of choice is a soviet carbine

Well I also have 2 Mosin Nagants (the 91/30 and an m-44 edition) as well as a TT-33.

I figured the SKS was the safest bet because the Nagants would've created a bit of a mess, and I didn't want to get close enough for the pistol to be reliable (my long range pistol aim is abysmal) lol.

Here is another fun story

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So, I have this 4 car garage, I use it for my car - the 2 car attached to the house is full of random crap I've collected and old furniture that I don't feel like taking to the dump yet. For several years I would walk across the yard to said garage, and then open the door - it's a big metal door and so sometimes it's a bit sticky, and sometimes I would slam my shoulder into it to help it open up a bit.

So, I open the door one day to head to the grocery store, and as I turn the knob and push the door back something falls from above my head and hits my hand and then lands on the ground with a wet slapping sound - it's a black rat snake. It had somehow gotten into the garage and was climbing up the door to find a way out or make its home in the attic of the garage perhaps. It spent a moment writhing in pain on the floor, and I ran and got the automatic opener to open the garage door to give it the opportunity to leave. Mostly, I was just thankful it didn't land on my head because I probably would've had a break with reality.

I have a treaty with all snakes - since they give me the willies and I don't like seeing them at all - that I can see them *one* time and then if I find the same snake in the same spot again 24 hours later I will execute them with a shovel.

So, I go back out to the garage, no sign of Mr. Snakey, so I get in the car, do my shopping, get home, etc. Still no sign of Mr. Snakey.

The next morning I go to take kiddo to school, and open the door and there is that damn snake just waiting at the door - it's quite large perhaps 1 1/2 feet in length. And that was when I went and grabbed my shovel - but it made the right decision and fled out the door and into the swamp. I've never seen it again, peaceful relations have continued since.

my house is super thin so i have to hear everything everyone is doing

my brother steals my clothes but its ok i steal his shit too

In college I lived at this group house that had a partially sealed-off closet in the basement called the "Throw Closet". It was called that because drunk people at parties and house shows would throw glass beer bottles into the closet and they'd smash against the brick wall supporting the closet. Additionally, someone had dumped a bunch of smashed computer towers and monitors in there so it looked very much like a dystopian sci-fi movie set.

It had been there for at least a couple years prior to my move-in, and by that point was already, as a then-tenant put it, "a legitimate biohazard" because of all the organic matter (i.e. beer) that had been left to rot in a pile of broken glass for multiple years in a moderately humid basement. The residents eventually decided enough was enough and got masks and gloves and many boxes of contractor trash bags. They put all the sealed bags into one extremely overflowing trash can, which was left sitting in the basement outside the closet for at least 6 months. Eventually I made it my project to finally dispose of the throw closet remains, but was too weak to move a 200-pound trash can full of broken glass by myself, so I had to open some of the bags and transfer the hazardous contents to new, smaller bags.

After that experience, I can say that any household problem I've encountered since has felt very doable.

i can be your wife

every time my air conditioner turns on all the lights in the house flicker for like 3-4 seconds.

my house has zero soundproofing so when my dad watches movies at 1am with the surround sound pumped all the way up in his den below my room its literally impossible to go to sleep