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Roommate Confessions: November 7, 2011
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It’s been an entire week since your last confession and there’s been a lot of good, solid sinning going on across the country. Check out the top 5 and don’t forget to submit your misdeeds to our submission page!
You constantly made fun of our suitmate for having bad acne. He’s a good kid and you’re just an asshole who thinks he’s hot shit. He would never do anything because he’s too nice. I on the other hand have no problem taking a little revenge for him. So lately I’ve been putting the bacon grease from my breakfast into your face wash. Seeing your self esteem drop like a rock as your face blooms into a ripe mess of acne has been beyond gratifying. What goes around comes around right, brah.
K.A. College of Charleston
My roommates are all pretty messy, but never seem to want to clean up all the shit they leave in the kitchen. Every day I come home to the flat and the sink is full of their disgusting plates and mugs, and the kitchen floor has always got dropped and dried on food. One day I got really sick of always have to mop and clean up, so I got the mop bucket, filled it with the usual cleaning supplies, and proceeded to mop the floor of all the dried on grease, tea, coffee, food bits…etc. Then, when I was done, I washed and put away anything in the sink that was mine, and tipped the filthy mop water all over the rest of the stuff in the sink, and left it there, knowing full well that when they got home, instead of fully washing their stuff, they’d just empty any water from it, and use it again. Sorry bitches, but you’re fucking gross sometimes.
R.K.
Last year I had a roommate who stays up till at least two every morning drinking and sleeping with her boyfriend. We have a two and a half hour art history lecture class pretty early. Yesterday while she was sleeping I started sticking stuff in her afro. By the time she woke up she had some candycanes, pens, pretzels and sticks from outside the dorm. We had a full day and went to a Christmas party before we went back to our dorm. She had her hair like that for eight hours.
Emma L
I live in an apartment in a building from the ’20s. My next-door-neighbor would wake me up at 3 in the morning with her screaming several nights a week. She would also run out the hot water for the whole building by having marathon shower sex. It got to the point where I hadn’t had a hot shower in 5 days. Luckily, the plumbing access for her shower is through my linen closet, and I rigged it so she was barely getting any hot water. Needless to say, the marathon shower sex stopped after that. In fact, her showers got pretty damn short, and I always heard her complaining to her ever-present boyfriend that the water was always cold. After a few days, she and her boyfriend just started spending all of their time at his place. I would have felt sorry, but I was too busy enjoying my nice, hot showers again.
E.L.
When I lived in the dorm I had a suite mate that was a complete dickhead. He always wanted complete silence because he claimed he was studying. If I turned my stereo on or was watching a football game or anything with any volume he would be knocking on the door telling me to be quiet. We have the suites that share a bathroom and you can enter the other room through the bathroom. I listened through the closet which has paper thin walls inside to hear what he was really doing and he was usually playing video games when he claimed he was studying. I decided it was payback time. I am lactose intolerant which means I can take some loud nasty dumps if I eat or drink any dairy products. It was the week before midterms and he warned me as usual to keep the noise down so he could study. I ate a huge blizzard from dairy queen and drank 3 glasses of whole milk from the dining hall along with a plate of beans. I waited till he was settled in and the room was silent and unleashed the mayhem in the bathroom. I could hear him making a comment after every fart I let. The next day I repeated the process and got my fat buddy in on it. For lunch I had him eat 4 big bowls of ham and beans. This time the bastards girlfriend was in the room with him which made it better. I did my deed of unleashing the fury in the toilet, then my buddy goes in there and it sounded like a damn earthquake in the bathroom. We laughed after every comment he made. He never told me to be quiet again. Mission accomplished.
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My roommate is the most annoying person anyone can live with. But what get’s me the most is how unbelievably stupid he is. The other day we were eating take-out Chinese and I see him pop a fortune cookie in his mouth and swallow the whole damn thing, fortune paper and all. Then he says “
My roommates got mad at me for having a dog, so I scheduled to take her home to my parents on winter break which was about a week away. That wasn’t good enough for them. Even though the dog had been there for months, they wanted her out then and there, requiring me to drive nine hours home. The house we lived in was a filthy cigarette filled dump that you couldn’t walk around in without shoes. I couldn’t even stand to eat in the place, but my roommates could, and they always left dirty dishes around. Before I left for the long drive, my dog did a really nice job getting all of the dishes clean, and I neatly stacked them in the cabinet. Dogs mouths are supposed to be clean right?
I’m one of 4 guys in an apartment, and we had to go potluck for our last room mate. The new guy isn’t too bad, but he set up his 50” TV right in from of his bed in his room, and is always watching it. Always. He cranks the volume up to ear splitting levels and has a bad habit of leaving his room locked – TV on – while at class. Being a bored electrical engineer, I wired up one of those mini-remotes that can turn off TVs directly into the empty light switch outside his room. Whenever he’s playing his TV too loud, I walk by, flip the light switch, and the remote does it’s thing. Or when I’m bored, really. He gets so aggravated when he can’t play Call of Duty that he starts screaming at the TV about “not working” and works himself into a rabid froth. So, he’s going out to buy a newer, bigger TV, and I offered to buy his “broken” one off him. Something tells me he’s going to be very interested in Walmart’s return policy.
Two weeks ago, my friend Bucky moved all the way across the country in pursuit of only God knows what, his last words before leaving being “And onwards to the core of nowhere!” While stomping the gas pedal to get on the road. While he was packing stuff into his car, however, I got the brilliant idea to place something in there that I knew he’d hate. I had several of his little Annoy-a-trons that he’d deployed all over my house, and most were still pretty well charged. There are currently 31 of those little beeping bastards going off in the stuff he packed up, of which are placed at random within his boxes and the remainder of them placed all around the car itself. To make things worse, some beep and some do this buzzing that will piss you off by the second time it goes off. I’m pretty sure he’s about ready to come home and kick my ass for the interesting trip he had.