In the first apartment in which I paid rent I slept on the floor. One evening one of my roommates burned his dinner -- I was taking a shower at the time and when I left the bathroom it was like a tear gassing. He was Nigerian and his meal, shared with four friends, was, um, highly spiced.

My nephew shared a room in Japan with a couple other guys; they would activate a lightstick, cut off one end, and pour it out their window and onto the grass below. They finally stopped because their place was too easily identified by the Peace Flag they used as a ceiling drapery. This wouldn't have caused much comment, but they were in the Marine Corps at the time and living in Marine barracks.