My roommate is a d*ck

My roommate and I remain very good friends, but I once woke up to the sight of he and his then-girlfriend, both stark naked, looking through his desk drawers. She was yelling at him for not being able to find a rubber. I wasn't happy about waking up to that, but I got up, threw a box of condems at them, grabbed my pillow and went out to sleep in the lobby for a while.

We also fought over Tetris once.

 

I'm assuming you guys probably have an ant problem.

 

Maybe he washed the bottles, Gola.

And being your own roommate does rock. Enjoyed the six months where I could afford to live on my own. Those were the good ol' days.

 

Good point, wicked.

I liked living on my own and I like sharing a place. Once you find a good roommate, though, or at least one you can put up with for the most part, it is pretty nice especially because of the money saved.

 

College taught me that I don't live well with others, and I've only had a roommate once since.

 

What's the big deal about a roomie having sex with a gal, especially if he has his own room?

Unless he's Bootsing her while your parents are there for the weekend or they're noisy and you're studying, big whoop.

 

PhilaYank....how ya been? It's me, your roommate from college......sorry about waking you up all those nights.

 

Always knew there was something I admired about Ashy Larry.

 

A guy who lived on my floor freshman year had a roommate who, no shit, beat off to a Pokemon poster.

 

Wicked....freshman year I was still ironing out the wrinkles, by Junior year I was scoring more than Gretzky!

For the record....I never went to school with Clever username.

 

I've heard the stories.

(OK, I haven't. Someday, I will write a book about Ashy Larry's sexploits, and it'll be a best-seller.)

 

Well, that would comfortably make the Top Ten of the most disturbing things I've read on this site.