How are your roommates?

Mine don't clean up, take out the trash, do the dishes, vacuum, or even bother to throw trash into the can three feet away (instead, candy wrappers, almost-empty beer bottles, and used cans of tuna just get pushed onto the floor).  Then they get mad at me for asking them to take off their shoes when they come in (who vacuums up the crap they drag in?  oh right, me!), burp after a meal, or open the windows to air out their stank from a few days of not bathing.  The pinnacle was perhaps when they asked me to wash the dises because they didn't want to have to clean an individual dish every time they wanted to eat something.  Their excuse?  These are your dishes, not mine.

My roommate's cool. He let's me fuck his girlfriend.