Their dad updated his status to "My Bad."

They have an "open that door--you better not be doing what I think you are in there" relationship.

Their third roommate is somehow wearing all the high heels.

I don't blame her. I blame her brain.

Once she reaches the top she has to defeat Miley Cyrus in a fist fight.

They're slowly killing him by sucking all the joy away.

The mix-up always ends up working in favor of the guys.