My first roommate slept in his tighty whities and never washed his sheets. By the end of the semester, his sheets looked like a giant pair of his underwear with an enormous skid mark.
Another roommate of mine finally broke down and took his laundry to a laundromat near campus that washed, dried and folded your clothes for $0.50 a pound. (God, what a bargain!) The sweet little old lady that worked there asked me about him. She said his bill was over $200 and that many of the shirts were still pinned. This is the same roommate whose method of moving out consisted of taking all of the things he really wanted out and then kicking everything else into the middle of the room in a trash pile...which often included clothes...and reeked of spilled bongwater.
"Purgatory's kind of like the in-betweeny one. You weren't really shit, but you weren't all that great either. Like Tottenham."
I'll try being nicer...if you'll try being smarter.