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2014-03-28 02:25:37 AM
Worst Hoarders episode ever.
 
2014-03-28 02:27:08 AM
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But the real mystery is who shot him?
 
2014-03-28 02:41:47 AM
A neighbor snapped a picture of the crews removing... several jugs filled with liquid, which appeared to be urine.

By all means, let's humiliate this guy and his hobbies further.


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2014-03-28 02:47:37 AM
What? No pictures of his junk?
 
2014-03-28 03:19:12 AM
I was watching that Hoarders show yesterday, and man, you could catch the depression from just watching that.
Really incredible that people can live like that.
RIP hoarder dude
 
2014-03-28 03:28:04 AM
I had a roommate who I threw out of a house I rented for various reasons. When he didn't come back to get his shiat, I went in his room and shoveled it out.

Pretty well discovered where our roach problem was coming from. Then I discovered he apparently didn't like to go to the bathroom much either. I hauled out dozens of jars of urine. That shouldn't have surprised me, since I had previously noticed he took a 5 minute shower -- and the soap bar never seemed to be wet afterwards.

I had provided him with a bed, which was so soiled and stinky that I threw it out. I bagged up everything else, including his TV, stereo, phone and cloths, dumped it all in the back of my truck along with what little furniture he had and drove it over to where he was living.

He had moved in with a chick. Neither were home, so I shoved everything off into their driveway and left.

I later found out that she took one look at his roach infested stuff and refused to let it in the house. Except for his cloths, which had to be washed first.

Then I had to clean his room, including washing down the walls and thoroughly steam cleaning the carpet. I bought bottles of liquid potpourri and put them in a pump sprayer, then soaked the floor with the stuff to get rid of the reek before my landlord found out. My next roach treatment actually worked.

I rented the room out again several times, but got into the habit of quietly checking it out to see if I needed to throw someone out and call in the garbage trucks.

I did. But, that guy wasn't as bad. I put a fold out couch in there for him and he had no furniture or anything but cloths, having lived out of a rusty old van. He wasn't a pig.

However, he was about the worst drunk I had ever met. After sending him to the hospital a couple of times when I couldn't get him to respond from a drunken stupor, I found him again in one, curled up on the floor, empty bottles around him and the freaking carpet just saturated with pi$$! I sent him to the hospital and tossed him out also.

Then I had to overwork my steam cleaner again and buy more potpourri. At least he didn't pi$$ all over the fold out couch.

I stopped renting that room out.
 
2014-03-28 03:38:40 AM

Rik01: I had a roommate who I threw out of a house I rented for various reasons. When he didn't come back to get his shiat, I went in his room and shoveled it out.

Pretty well discovered where our roach problem was coming from. Then I discovered he apparently didn't like to go to the bathroom much either. I hauled out dozens of jars of urine. That shouldn't have surprised me, since I had previously noticed he took a 5 minute shower -- and the soap bar never seemed to be wet afterwards.

I had provided him with a bed, which was so soiled and stinky that I threw it out. I bagged up everything else, including his TV, stereo, phone and cloths, dumped it all in the back of my truck along with what little furniture he had and drove it over to where he was living.

He had moved in with a chick. Neither were home, so I shoved everything off into their driveway and left.

I later found out that she took one look at his roach infested stuff and refused to let it in the house. Except for his cloths, which had to be washed first.

Then I had to clean his room, including washing down the walls and thoroughly steam cleaning the carpet. I bought bottles of liquid potpourri and put them in a pump sprayer, then soaked the floor with the stuff to get rid of the reek before my landlord found out. My next roach treatment actually worked.

I rented the room out again several times, but got into the habit of quietly checking it out to see if I needed to throw someone out and call in the garbage trucks.

I did. But, that guy wasn't as bad. I put a fold out couch in there for him and he had no furniture or anything but cloths, having lived out of a rusty old van. He wasn't a pig.

However, he was about the worst drunk I had ever met. After sending him to the hospital a couple of times when I couldn't get him to respond from a drunken stupor, I found him again in one, curled up on the floor, empty bottles around him and the freaking carpet just saturated with pi$$! I sent him to the hospital and ...


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2014-03-28 03:42:02 AM

Rik01: I had a roommate who I threw out of a house I rented for various reasons. When he didn't come back to get his shiat, I went in his room and shoveled it out.

Pretty well discovered where our roach problem was coming from. Then I discovered he apparently didn't like to go to the bathroom much either. I hauled out dozens of jars of urine. That shouldn't have surprised me, since I had previously noticed he took a 5 minute shower -- and the soap bar never seemed to be wet afterwards.

I had provided him with a bed, which was so soiled and stinky that I threw it out. I bagged up everything else, including his TV, stereo, phone and cloths, dumped it all in the back of my truck along with what little furniture he had and drove it over to where he was living.

He had moved in with a chick. Neither were home, so I shoved everything off into their driveway and left.

I later found out that she took one look at his roach infested stuff and refused to let it in the house. Except for his cloths, which had to be washed first.

Then I had to clean his room, including washing down the walls and thoroughly steam cleaning the carpet. I bought bottles of liquid potpourri and put them in a pump sprayer, then soaked the floor with the stuff to get rid of the reek before my landlord found out. My next roach treatment actually worked.

I rented the room out again several times, but got into the habit of quietly checking it out to see if I needed to throw someone out and call in the garbage trucks.

I did. But, that guy wasn't as bad. I put a fold out couch in there for him and he had no furniture or anything but cloths, having lived out of a rusty old van. He wasn't a pig.

However, he was about the worst drunk I had ever met. After sending him to the hospital a couple of times when I couldn't get him to respond from a drunken stupor, I found him again in one, curled up on the floor, empty bottles around him and the freaking carpet just saturated with pi$$! I sent him to the hospital and ...


Are you meaning to type clothes or do you really mean cloths? Because the latter is making me think

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I wash myself with a rag on a stick
 
2014-03-28 03:47:13 AM

Rik01: I had a roommate who I threw out of a house I rented for various reasons. When he didn't come back to get his shiat, I went in his room and shoveled it out.

Pretty well discovered where our roach problem was coming from. Then I discovered he apparently didn't like to go to the bathroom much either. I hauled out dozens of jars of urine. That shouldn't have surprised me, since I had previously noticed he took a 5 minute shower -- and the soap bar never seemed to be wet afterwards.

I had provided him with a bed, which was so soiled and stinky that I threw it out. I bagged up everything else, including his TV, stereo, phone and cloths, dumped it all in the back of my truck along with what little furniture he had and drove it over to where he was living.

He had moved in with a chick. Neither were home, so I shoved everything off into their driveway and left.

I later found out that she took one look at his roach infested stuff and refused to let it in the house. Except for his cloths, which had to be washed first.

Then I had to clean his room, including washing down the walls and thoroughly steam cleaning the carpet. I bought bottles of liquid potpourri and put them in a pump sprayer, then soaked the floor with the stuff to get rid of the reek before my landlord found out. My next roach treatment actually worked.

I rented the room out again several times, but got into the habit of quietly checking it out to see if I needed to throw someone out and call in the garbage trucks.

I did. But, that guy wasn't as bad. I put a fold out couch in there for him and he had no furniture or anything but cloths, having lived out of a rusty old van. He wasn't a pig.

However, he was about the worst drunk I had ever met. After sending him to the hospital a couple of times when I couldn't get him to respond from a drunken stupor, I found him again in one, curled up on the floor, empty bottles around him and the freaking carpet just saturated with pi$$! I sent him to the hospital and tossed him out also.

Then I had to overwork my steam cleaner again and buy more potpourri. At least he didn't pi$$ all over the fold out couch.

I stopped renting that room out.


Jeez man, do you have to tell everyone about me?

Seriously, Jars of Urine is the name of my new album.
 
2014-03-28 04:02:57 AM

Rik01: I had a roommate who I threw out of a house I rented for various reasons. When he didn't come back to get his shiat, I went in his room and shoveled it out.

Pretty well discovered where our roach problem was coming from. Then I discovered he apparently didn't like to go to the bathroom much either. I hauled out dozens of jars of urine. That shouldn't have surprised me, since I had previously noticed he took a 5 minute shower -- and the soap bar never seemed to be wet afterwards.

I had provided him with a bed, which was so soiled and stinky that I threw it out. I bagged up everything else, including his TV, stereo, phone and cloths, dumped it all in the back of my truck along with what little furniture he had and drove it over to where he was living.

He had moved in with a chick. Neither were home, so I shoved everything off into their driveway and left.

I later found out that she took one look at his roach infested stuff and refused to let it in the house. Except for his cloths, which had to be washed first.

Then I had to clean his room, including washing down the walls and thoroughly steam cleaning the carpet. I bought bottles of liquid potpourri and put them in a pump sprayer, then soaked the floor with the stuff to get rid of the reek before my landlord found out. My next roach treatment actually worked.

I rented the room out again several times, but got into the habit of quietly checking it out to see if I needed to throw someone out and call in the garbage trucks.

I did. But, that guy wasn't as bad. I put a fold out couch in there for him and he had no furniture or anything but cloths, having lived out of a rusty old van. He wasn't a pig.

However, he was about the worst drunk I had ever met. After sending him to the hospital a couple of times when I couldn't get him to respond from a drunken stupor, I found him again in one, curled up on the floor, empty bottles around him and the freaking carpet just saturated with pi$$! I sent him to the hospital and tossed him out also.

Then I had to overwork my steam cleaner again and buy more potpourri. At least he didn't pi$$ all over the fold out couch.

I stopped renting that room out.


Freddie is not living with me... He a roommate!
 
2014-03-28 05:11:49 AM

no clever name here just move along: I was watching that Hoarders show yesterday, and man, you could catch the depression from just watching that.
Really incredible that people can live like that.
RIP hoarder dude


When I was running as an active paramedic, one in every ten houses was a hoarder. To different degrees, and different stuff, but just like you see on that show.

There's a reason I'd spray bleach solution on the bottom of my boots before I went back into the day room or climbed into my own car to go home. Also why I bought a washer with a sanitary setting and wouldn't let my kids touch me until the clothes were in the wash and I had cleaned up.

/stepped on a dead cat once
//it had been dead a while
 
2014-03-28 06:46:56 AM
Well, for one thing, it being Dallas, you wouldn't be able to find him by the smell.
 
2014-03-28 06:58:55 AM
Texas Hide & Seek.

/well played, my friend
 
2014-03-28 07:07:07 AM

rkelley25: What? No pictures of his junk?

why would you want to see pictures of some dead guys junk? pervert.

 
2014-03-28 08:15:54 AM
His collection was finally complete.  All it was missing was a corpse.
 
2014-03-28 08:18:41 AM

Rik01: I had a roommate who I threw out of a house I rented for various reasons. When he didn't come back to get his shiat, I went in his room and shoveled it out.

Pretty well discovered where our roach problem was coming from. Then I discovered he apparently didn't like to go to the bathroom much either. I hauled out dozens of jars of urine. That shouldn't have surprised me, since I had previously noticed he took a 5 minute shower -- and the soap bar never seemed to be wet afterwards.

I had provided him with a bed, which was so soiled and stinky that I threw it out. I bagged up everything else, including his TV, stereo, phone and cloths, dumped it all in the back of my truck along with what little furniture he had and drove it over to where he was living.

He had moved in with a chick. Neither were home, so I shoved everything off into their driveway and left.

I later found out that she took one look at his roach infested stuff and refused to let it in the house. Except for his cloths, which had to be washed first.

Then I had to clean his room, including washing down the walls and thoroughly steam cleaning the carpet. I bought bottles of liquid potpourri and put them in a pump sprayer, then soaked the floor with the stuff to get rid of the reek before my landlord found out. My next roach treatment actually worked.

I rented the room out again several times, but got into the habit of quietly checking it out to see if I needed to throw someone out and call in the garbage trucks.

I did. But, that guy wasn't as bad. I put a fold out couch in there for him and he had no furniture or anything but cloths, having lived out of a rusty old van. He wasn't a pig.

However, he was about the worst drunk I had ever met. After sending him to the hospital a couple of times when I couldn't get him to respond from a drunken stupor, I found him again in one, curled up on the floor, empty bottles around him and the freaking carpet just saturated with pi$$! I sent him to the hospital and ...


It surprises me that the kind of people who need to rent a single room are the kinds of people who are not capable of living a normal life.

I learned the "NEVER have a roommate" lesson in college.  I don't care how badly I need the money, 9/10 times it is a losing gamble.
 
2014-03-28 08:19:55 AM
Does anyone else watch an episode of Hoarders when they're having thoughts of straying from their diet?
 
2014-03-28 08:36:59 AM
Maybe they were Piss Jugs

It's the way of the road
 
2014-03-28 08:40:29 AM

99.998er: Rik01: I had a roommate who I threw out of a house I rented for various reasons. When he didn't come back to get his shiat, I went in his room and shoveled it out.

Pretty well discovered where our roach problem was coming from. Then I discovered he apparently didn't like to go to the bathroom much either. I hauled out dozens of jars of urine. That shouldn't have surprised me, since I had previously noticed he took a 5 minute shower -- and the soap bar never seemed to be wet afterwards.

I had provided him with a bed, which was so soiled and stinky that I threw it out. I bagged up everything else, including his TV, stereo, phone and cloths, dumped it all in the back of my truck along with what little furniture he had and drove it over to where he was living.

He had moved in with a chick. Neither were home, so I shoved everything off into their driveway and left.

I later found out that she took one look at his roach infested stuff and refused to let it in the house. Except for his cloths, which had to be washed first.

Then I had to clean his room, including washing down the walls and thoroughly steam cleaning the carpet. I bought bottles of liquid potpourri and put them in a pump sprayer, then soaked the floor with the stuff to get rid of the reek before my landlord found out. My next roach treatment actually worked.

I rented the room out again several times, but got into the habit of quietly checking it out to see if I needed to throw someone out and call in the garbage trucks.

I did. But, that guy wasn't as bad. I put a fold out couch in there for him and he had no furniture or anything but cloths, having lived out of a rusty old van. He wasn't a pig.

However, he was about the worst drunk I had ever met. After sending him to the hospital a couple of times when I couldn't get him to respond from a drunken stupor, I found him again in one, curled up on the floor, empty bottles around him and the freaking carpet just saturated with pi$$! I sent him to the hospital and ...

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Bad credit does not equal disgusting slob. my credit is terrible however i have never missed a rent payment or lost a security deposit.

/who gives an 18 year-old a $5000 credit card with the ability to take it all out in cash
//my fault really ended up with 3...stupid teenager
///no credit cards now
 
2014-03-28 08:59:38 AM
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2014-03-28 09:04:27 AM

Rik01: I had a roommate who I threw out of a house I rented for various reasons. When he didn't come back to get his shiat, I went in his room and shoveled it out.

Pretty well discovered where our roach problem was coming from. Then I discovered he apparently didn't like to go to the bathroom much either. I hauled out dozens of jars of urine. That shouldn't have surprised me, since I had previously noticed he took a 5 minute shower -- and the soap bar never seemed to be wet afterwards.

I had provided him with a bed, which was so soiled and stinky that I threw it out. I bagged up everything else, including his TV, stereo, phone and cloths, dumped it all in the back of my truck along with what little furniture he had and drove it over to where he was living.

He had moved in with a chick. Neither were home, so I shoved everything off into their driveway and left.

I later found out that she took one look at his roach infested stuff and refused to let it in the house. Except for his cloths, which had to be washed first.

Then I had to clean his room, including washing down the walls and thoroughly steam cleaning the carpet. I bought bottles of liquid potpourri and put them in a pump sprayer, then soaked the floor with the stuff to get rid of the reek before my landlord found out. My next roach treatment actually worked.

I rented the room out again several times, but got into the habit of quietly checking it out to see if I needed to throw someone out and call in the garbage trucks.

I did. But, that guy wasn't as bad. I put a fold out couch in there for him and he had no furniture or anything but cloths, having lived out of a rusty old van. He wasn't a pig.

However, he was about the worst drunk I had ever met. After sending him to the hospital a couple of times when I couldn't get him to respond from a drunken stupor, I found him again in one, curled up on the floor, empty bottles around him and the freaking carpet just saturated with pi$$! I sent him to the hospital and tossed him out also.

Then I had to overwork my steam cleaner again and buy more potpourri. At least he didn't pi$$ all over the fold out couch.

I stopped renting that room out.


This story is riveting. What did you do when you decided not to take any more roommates? Did you get a job or something?
 
2014-03-28 09:05:57 AM
99.998er: Pro Tip: CreditCheckTotal.com

Oh, you're one of those dickbites who believes that the higher credit score you have the more worthy of life you are, huh? Bet you thought those Freecreditreport.com commercials were documentaries too?

I know loads of people who may not be as good with credit but live in an immaculately clean dwelling and do know what soap & water are for, and some horrid disgusting pigs who always have no trouble getting a line of credit.

So from personal observation, using a credit score to determine a person's rental reliability is HORSESH*T!
 
2014-03-28 09:26:18 AM
My wife's coworker's hoarding grandmother went missing last month and she too was found under her crap.  However, her case is different, her boyfriend is being charged with her death.  Not many details have been released yet, but we know that for many days he kept the family from checking the house for her by telling them she was fine or away from the house when they came around.  He may have purposely buried her there.

One of my coworkers has had to take power of attorney over his elderly aunt's estate after her hoarding has led to her house to be condemned.

There is something truly wrong when we have mental issues caused by having too much stuff.  Now we have a car hoarding show for crying out loud.
 
2014-03-28 11:47:30 AM

Dr. Tuttle: Does anyone else watch an episode of Hoarders when they're having thoughts of straying from their diet?


 I have never had a roomie.  Well, except for a couple of 4-legged ones, and they are fine. Human roomies are too much drama.  Just not worth it.
 
2014-03-28 12:09:05 PM
I fully expect that this is how my father will die--buried in his hoarder shiat.  It's sad, he's a brilliant man, he's both a doctor and a lawyer, and he's had three shots at having a wife and kids, but the crazy ruins all.  He's also too arrogant, or just crazy, to see that he's crazy.

I had a great-aunt on my mother's side who was also a hoarder.  After she died (of cardiac arrest, not being crushed by stuff) we went up there to clean everything out.  Called the Salvation Army, had then send a truck, and loaded it up with everything useful (which was a lot, she ordered tons of stuff from catalogues and never opened the boxes).  Thankfully, she didn't have any pets at all, so everything was pretty clean aside from dust.  I busted through 2 rooms in about a day, and when my mother asked how I was going through everything so fast I explained that I wasn't looking in any sealed boxes, and I was only sorting object by type before I put everything on the truck.  Didn't keep anything, didn't think about anything, just stacked it up and put it in the truck.  All that precious junk, all those things she filled her life with, and I just gave it all away without a second glance.

I called my father while I was doing this and told him all about it, that I was going to just toss all his precious shiat one day, and that the only thing we would remember about him when he was gone was the hassle of wading through it all.  He just quietly said that I gave him a lot to think about, but of course nothing has ever changed.  All his problems, his failed marriages, his professional set backs, the health problems caused by it (he has terrible asthma), no consequence seems to be enough to change anything.  He also has a lot of dogs (at least he has a huge fenced in yard, so they're not trapped in the house), so everything's pretty filthy.  But he's an adult, and appears competent, and lives in a southern state, so we don't have a lot of options.

My brothers and I wonder what we're going to do about the house when he dies.  I've suggested that we cancel the insurance, cut all the utilities, and invite the fire department to do a controlled burn.  Otherwise, we're going to have to hire a bunch of day laborers and give them hazmat suits.  It's going to be bad, and it will eat up a lot of our time.

At least growing up with it has permanently made me an extremely clean and organized person.
 
2014-03-28 01:13:38 PM
lack of warmth

My wife's coworker's hoarding grandmother went missing last month and she too was found under her crap. However, her case is different, her boyfriend is being charged with her death. Not many details have been released yet, but we know that for many days he kept the family from checking the house for her by telling them she was fine or away from the house when they came around. He may have purposely buried her there.

One of my coworkers has had to take power of attorney over his elderly aunt's estate after her hoarding has led to her house to be condemned.

There is something truly wrong when we have mental issues caused by having too much stuff. Now we have a car hoarding show for crying out loud.


I've watched these TV shows like 'American Pickers' about antique buyers who roam the country looking for items to resell. It kind of gets exasperating when they roll up on some place the size of a small farm, which has several outbuildings just packed with 'collectables' and more rusting away in the weeds. Then the owners want high prices for the stuff they're letting rot away under tangles of vines or kept in places where the roof leaks and the walls are falling in.

The 'Pickers' have to climb over piles of stuff, often in large rooms with no lights, using flashlights, to haul out things they want to buy and inevitably, the owner, who was letting it all rot, wants kind of a high price.

Hoarding is a social disorder. Examples of it were first noted in the children of the people who lived through the Great Depression and WW2. Due to chronic shortages, they got basically taught to hold onto stuff because they never knew when it would be useful. Later, when the economy crashed in the 70s, folks started hanging on to more junk because a part from one thing might repair another, saving them from having to fork over a lot of bucks for a repair or replacement.

A lot of kids started doing the same when computers came out and they discovered the high cost of having them repaired or even buying parts. They hung onto old units or pulled out usable parts and kept them.

Then, along came Infomercials. Convincing you to buy crap you don't need, that doesn't last long or doesn't even work as advertised when you get it.

I've also had to help clean out a house and found scores of unopened boxes of cheap junk the owner sent for off the TV. In that same house I found a box of .44 cal bullets and looked all over the place for the gun, but never found it. Who buys bullets without owning the gun?
 
2014-03-28 01:22:05 PM
RIP, Grampy.
I hadn't thought about Grampy in years so I sent w­alter_­m­iller[nospam-﹫-backwards]lia­m­to­h*co­m  an email. Couldn't find any archives either.
 
2014-03-28 01:22:18 PM

Shadowknight: no clever name here just move along: I was watching that Hoarders show yesterday, and man, you could catch the depression from just watching that.
Really incredible that people can live like that.
RIP hoarder dude

When I was running as an active paramedic, one in every ten houses was a hoarder. To different degrees, and different stuff, but just like you see on that show.

There's a reason I'd spray bleach solution on the bottom of my boots before I went back into the day room or climbed into my own car to go home. Also why I bought a washer with a sanitary setting and wouldn't let my kids touch me until the clothes were in the wash and I had cleaned up.

/stepped on a dead cat once
//it had been dead a while


shudder
 
2014-03-28 01:35:09 PM

morg: RIP, Grampy.


Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. Although I did go several rounds with the grim reaper very recently, I was ultimately victorious.
 
2014-03-28 02:49:15 PM

ckccfa: I fully expect that this is how my father will die--buried in his hoarder shiat.  -snip-


The disorder behind it is usually always associated with control.  They feel like their life is out of control, and they can't get a hold of it.  So, they store stuff.  Part of it is "I might need this one day," but another is the fact that it's something they can control.  It's their stuff, in their house, and it's not going anywhere.  

Sounds like Pops needs some professional help.   And I don't mean that in a condescending way.  It's a real disorder.
 
2014-03-28 03:36:23 PM
I know...social disorder and all that but I watch that show, it just looks like most of them are fat lazy slobs and that's it.
 
2014-03-28 04:33:26 PM
We see hording situations at my work all the time. I had one place with so much trash piled up that there were whole couches and tables completely buried. There were two dead dogs and the limbs had been eaten of the body. Family stepped in and emptied about 20 huge dumpsters worth of trash from the place. The finally found an arm bone in the back yard. Shen I sent back to pick up the bone, I got to see the progress on the house. The mountain of garbage I had been walking on was 6 feet deep. Places like that stink so bad before the person dies, that it is understandable that this guy wasn't found right away. The funny thing with hoarders is that they are strangely very organized. One room will have a pile of all the milk cartons, another spot will be pizza boxes, one lady had a 4 ft deep pile of adult diapers. At least I knew where not to step.
 
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