Originally posted by: apac
But I got him back. The day after finals I went to a huge party and came back so sickeningly drunk. Sometime in the night I got up, walked into his closet, and
puked in his clothes hamper 
. It sounded like a good idea at the time, and after the monster hangover it sounds hilarious.
Ok, for some reason I found this extremely funny. "It sounded like a good idea at the time" pretty much explains much of my life.
Ok, for some reason I found this extremely funny. "It sounded like a good idea at the time" pretty much explains much of my life.
Anyways, I lived in an apartment with a few good friends, so we never really hated each other, but came damned close. I shared a room with a neat freak. I'm kind of sloppy, so we butted heads often. (I wasn't so much dirty as I was disorganized.)
One of the other roommates (there were 4 of us) was so god damned messy that it even grossed me out. (dirty dishes with rotten food stuck to them laying all over the place, throwing nasty un-washed underwear + socks and shoes on the kitchen counter where I cooked. (He always ate out. I ussualy cooked to save money)
Worse thiing ever was when he came home ripped ass drunk and puked all over his bed. He took his puke covered sheets and blankets, and threw them in the corner of his room. He didn't wash them or even move them for a couple months. The smell was beyond belief.
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