This is not the epic story, just a side one I'm remembering right now:
I had a 4BR apt in sophomore year of college with 3 other Asian dudes (it was split into 2BR/1BA per side with a huge living area in between, one of those standard college town crackerboxes) -
-one was a Filipino mama's boy (drove 2.5hrs each way, every weekend, to go home and bring back homecooked food in plastic containers and monopolized the fridge space with this shit) and studied pretty arduously, never saw him really. Running into him on campus was extremely awkward. We lived together yet it was much like dealing with a stranger. All year.
-other guy was a Filipino indie rock nerd, a little short and stout. I think the guy meant ok but he was struggling very severely with self confidence issues, had a cleft palate, I think his mom had died recently and left a big life insurance policy. We socialized more than I did with the aforementioned guy but this indie rock/cleft palate dude was out for the pussy and had a hard time scoring. It was pretty depressing living with him.
My side of the house:
-Me. I was into cars and my clothes (not sufu approved, this was like year 2001) so my room was chockful of rare car parts I was archiving and then I had a fuckton of clothes and shoes neatly arranged in the rather large closet. Sat in my room on the internet most of the time, never studied because of my ADHD and apathy, and there were no girls on my campus I severely wanted to fuck, so it was mostly solo time I spent on researching useless knowledge. I collected records and went on a trip to London that year and was into that kind of shit. I was 19 so I had to buy my house beer from the Asian market, and drank strictly Taiwan Beer or Sapporo because the old Chinese lady never carded me. Drank a lot and just sat around in my room mostly, because my roommates were losers and repelling any girls. I would invite some girls over as friends but the roommates mostly drove them off too.
-Roommate #4 was a Fukienese Chinese American dude. He was, in a word, extremely odd. He wore blue tinted sunglasses, a black wife beater, wine red jeans, and wore his belt buckle to the side. Spiky AzN hair. He sucked 90% of the internet bandwidth torrenting porn and he'd stay up all night singing along to Musiq Soulchild or Michael Jackson. He replaced all the lights in his room with red lights, strung lines across the room and pegged photos to them, and called it a 'darkroom theme'
So, you can see there was a ton of passive aggressive potential there from the start, but it got really bad as time went on. Roommate #4 flunked out second semester, his mom came down and stayed at our apt for some dealings with school. She was a Chinese fob and used our bathroom, would wash her underwear in the bath and then hang them on the doorknob. So, I was greeted by huge stained panties on my bathroom doorknob a couple times. He ate maruchan oriental ramen and I'm pretty sure he was able to make sure to tell me his secret cooking touch was a drop of sesame seed oil at the end, and this delighted him to spread his gospel.
By summer we had all gotten sick of each other, guy #4 couldnt afford to stay, the two Filipino guys were apathetic and they basically just abandoned the ship and made me pay for a 4BR apt on my own for a couple months. I was pissed, but the crowning moment was when I had this female friend over in the summer in this huge empty apartment and I was on top of the fridge looking for something, and there was this plastic produce bag with what I gathered to be a fucking turd. I was livid and knew it was roommate #4 and that he had left a fucking shit on top of the fridge before he left, to piss me off. So I'm standing there with this plastic bag of shit in my hand swearing and screaming, and this girl is just aghast. I don't remember how that ended.
I took me a few years afterwards to realize that it was just a red onion that had been neglected and rotten to the point of looking exactly like a turd. It must've been up there since the beginning of the school year.