Explains alot of his behavior, I'm guessing!
Then there was the roomate in college, who was a hockey goalie. Man he was a real Mama's Boy. I couldn't understand why he chose to live right off campus when his folks lived 20 min away, and he was almost always at their place. What used to repulse me was when he came home after practice, his feet smelled soooooooo bad, that he had this prescribed roll-on device that smelled like Ben-Gay had sex with Listerine in order to deal with the intense odor. I told him he should do that in the bathroom, but he'd never listen. Between that, and him talking mushy mushy foo foo to his girlfriend on the phone till late hours of the evening, I was determined to take a stand. My other house mate put filthy pornographic pictures all over his loft, in his dresser, in between class books he had lying about, and in his clothes pockets in the closet. I on the other hand sprayed his hockey bag with fart spray. It made the other housemates' day, when we were sitting downstairs, and heard him and his girlfriend walk into the room!