KarmaRama
Two days after I berated my incompetent roommate for flooding the laundry room, I flooded the laundry room.
Two days after I berated my incompetent roommate for flooding the laundry room, I flooded the laundry room.
We felt bad laughing about the legally blind Bosnian passed out drunk in a pool of his own vomit on the tile near the toilet, but it sure did make one hell of a story.
Yesterday I had to explain to my roommates, who don't drink, why Jeff's car was in the backyard.
They didn't have the DVD she wanted at Wal-Mart, so I bought her a big red bong for Christmas instead.
Despite living together for months now, I can't currently tell whether my roommate is crying or if he's having phone sex.
I convinced all of my housemates that they shared my craving for grilled cheese and tomato soup, so that my craving could be fulfilled.
Somehow, I landed one of the coveted single rooms on campus, but it's only made me more nervous about being isolated and antisocial 1500 miles from home.