Sweet, i'm getting my 1st roommate in like two weeks. Thank god he's a pal of mine.
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Sweet, i'm getting my 1st roommate in like two weeks. Thank god he's a pal of mine.
I see this acid-guy around town everyonce in a while. He once told me, "I love you man, your a great person. To bad you gotta die." Then he proceeded to throw a full huricane ice at me and pull out a small revolver. Then he started ranting about his spilled beer and I took off.
Sorry, just crazy person, not roommate...
Lighten up Alice. Are you on the PC squad now?Quote:
Originally posted by phUnk
jeebus.
Hope it goes well.Quote:
Originally posted by Meat's of Evil
Sweet, i'm getting my 1st roommate in like two weeks. Thank god he's a pal of mine.
Sometimes pals aren't good roommates to have. :eek: Even best of friends can turn out to be nightmare roomies.
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Originally posted by mr_gyptian
Lighten up Alice. Are you on the PC squad now?
jeebus.
Phunk may be on the PC squad but I'm on the anti- "ignorant, racist sterotype" squad.
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Originally posted by mr_gyptian
Drinks like a Puerto Rican after whoopin the shit out of NBA prima donas in the olympics.
fez, that was a good one...
the roomie story
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Originally posted by mr_gyptian
Alright, stoke up the fire.
First off, you need to get the hell out. I'm talking De Niro in Heat, get the fuck out. This girl that sub let my room in Chicago was exactly like this.
I was flipping because I was running out of time and had to move back to CO, so I did the craigslist thing and some other assorted roomates dot com shit. Well this girl, we'll call her Alabama, calls up and says she's interested. She's a psychiatrist at one of the university hospitals and is about to move back out to LA, but needs a place for three months. My roommates are going through the roof for a girl. The amount of smut in that 3BR apartment would do a Phunk avatar proud. Anywho, she calls again and explains her life history. Grew up in Manhattan, went to Mrs. Porter's. Columbia undergrad, UCLA post, and Doc.
In the back of my mind I'm questioning why this girl wants a piece of this. Well, 1.5 hours later she shows up. I talked her in like Cougar. Basically the Addison stop on the Brown to Sedgwick. Meet her. She's a decent looking girl. could lose a few, but in all not bad. she stays for 2 hours.
comes by the next day and the roommates meet her. she yaps a lot, they play the prep school name game and she leaves. My roommate utters words he'll regret forever "Look, do we say yes to Pocahantas, or do we keep interviewing every vagar that answers an e-mail?"
So I give the thumbs up. she goes out with us on my last night out and begins to reveal what a slut she is. I mean this in what I thought at the time was a good way.
I pack up and leave for CO with this girl owing me a half month's rent. Check is apparently still in the mail.
This however, is where it gets good. I've started my new gig. Skied two times since being back, good times. second week of work hate mail of all forms is inundating me, voice, e-, and snail.
My ex-roommates are en fuego. This girl won't shut up. Drinks like a Puerto Rican on payday. Won't shut up. Is constantly bringing guys back and then does the cigarette out of mouth walk of shame, multiple times a week.
I fend them off and apologize for the next month or so. Then I get this e-mail "SHE HAD A FUCKING MISCARRIAGE ON MY MOTHERFUCKING COUCH!!!"
One of my ex-roommates likes to put a second coat of paint on some stories. I e-mail back that again I'm sorry, but to lay off a little. My other roommate chimes in that the above really did happen.
True story. Slut didn't even know she was pregnant or whom she was impregnated by.