Originally posted by: Nebor
Just hope your first roomate isn't a douche. Mine was. He threatened to tell me on me for EVERYTHING. Then one time he told me on me for having a bottle of Vodka. I got written up AND got a ticket from the police. I don't think I've ever been so mad in my life. I can remember it vividly, sitting there in some dean's office, talking to a police officer. I wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying because all I could think of was getting my hands on that little rat.
When I got back to the room, he wasn't there. A neighbor told me he was in the shower. I went to the shower, there was no one else there but him, so I went right up behind him and yelled "HEY" he turned around and I nailed him right in the left side of his nose. He started to go down but I slammed him up against the wall (I'm getting sprayed by the shower now.) I screamed some swear words at him, he started to mutter something back so I backed off and slammed him in the nose one more time. This time it broke. There was blood EVERYWHERE. I said, "If you ever tell on me again, I WILL break your arm. So when you go to get your nose checked out, tell them you fvcking slipped in the shower."
The most memorable part of the whole thing was when I was walking back to my room, half soaked and spotted with blood, the neighbor who directed me to the shower leaned out and gave me the most shocked look. It etched itself in my memory.
I got a different roomate the next year, with no more trouble from the douchebag.
Oh yeah, hook 'em baby.