Roomates

You gotta read this post over at Bad News Hughes.

I've had my share of wierd roomates. You don't go to college and not meet weird people.

There was this one guy named Jim G. He loved to say the word "cock". He was impeccably clean, and loved to listen to heavy industrial music. He told me how he would warm up Wesson vegetable oil to masturbate with. He was an art major.

Then there was Chuck C. He was a good enough guy who'se nickname was Chewey for reasons I can't explain. He often had male friends over at the apartment to have some beers. Whenever they would go to the bathroom, he would dump his beer into the plant or down the sink and act like he was just finishing pounding it as the came out of the restroom. He never had any women over, though always seemed to "hook up" when we were out of town. He was a music major, you do the math.

My first roomate was this big black dude from Harrisburg. He put me in a headlock and threw me across the room because I touched one of his Hess Toy Trucks.

I then moved into a room with a guy named Kevin who loved to play "Fade to Black" by Metalica at 4 in the morning much to the chagrin of our other roomate Jason, a devout Baptist.

I've had enough roomates to tell you that people are fucked up. I am the only normal one that sits on my ass, watches TV and goes to bed a respectable hour.

Posted by psugrad98 at July 7, 2004 02:00 PM