Dirty Dirty Dirty

My roommate is quite possibly the dirtiest person on the face of this earth. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty messy myself. I have clothes on the floor in my bedroom and wires going around everywhere going to and from my computer/tv/360/wall sockets. I seriously have a new horror story about my roommate to tell my family every week. For example:

The above picture shows the "laundry room". When I'm lucky enough to actually use the washer and dryer (which is another story in itself), I get to look at this. Yes, that's a pile of clothes. Clean or dirty? Only God knows the answer to that question. I once found a roach crawling out of the pile. Possibly getting some fresh air because the stench of the clothes is questionable. When I say questionable, I mean I can't put a name to the smell. Maybe "old dirty sour soap"? My mom told me once, "Oh, she's a woman, so it's not that bad." The picture below says otherwise.

Yes, that is what you think it is. There's more of that scattered everywhere in the "laundry room". I wear shoes in there, in fear of stepping on something moist. That is all.