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 RoommateConfessions@GMail.com.
Dave, Tri-State University
The guys next door were total douche bags. They would do stuff like break beer bottles on the bathroom floor or set off fireworks in the hallway at 4am on a Tuesday. One time they puked on our door. I wasn't sure how I would get them back until I read Roommate Confessions! The piss puck was a great idea, but I wanted to take it one step further. They left early for spring break. So I cracked open some eggs into a pie pan, froze it, popped out the frozen disk and slid it under their door. When they came back from break, they found a rotten puddle of egg goo in the middle of their room. Now they just stay at their frat house. Thanks College Humor for saving my life!
Matt, South Dakota State University
Last year I had the worst roommate known to mankind, it was my freshman year and I hated him from day one. The kid made every attempt to try to flaunt his wealth, and at first I ignored it, but eventually when you have the day off and are woken up at 7:30 am to him spraying an entire bottle of expensive cologne it gets bad. What really did it for me was when he and his girlfriend both got pneumonia and decided to barricade themselves in my room. I was exiled from my room for two weeks because I was fearful of getting sick. I ended up getting sick that year, but not from him, rather I got mono. To give him payback for all the shit he did to me, I regularly drank from his orange juice and milk and make sure to leave extra backwash.
Anonymous, Union College
I had no problem with my roommate. We got along, but didn't really hang out or anything. I decided to play a joke on him. When I was in the woods, I picked several leaves of poison oak and put them into a plastic sandwich bag. When I got back, I spread the leaves over the toilet seat in the bathroom only he and I used. For the next week or so, I always made sure to use the downstairs bathroom if I needed to take a dump. A couple months later I told him what I had done. He just stared at me with a look of hatred and then instantly told the Resident in Charge (the house was managed by the university). I was kicked out of the house at the end of the term. Apparently he had been in a lot of pain if he tried to sit down or had any contact with the swollen area. He had to spend about a week lying on his stomach in his room without any pants on. I don't blame him for getting me kicked out.
Nathan, Oregon State