Roommate Confessions

You've done some bad stuff to your roommate. It's time to confess.

Roommate Confessions
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Fist Pump Until You Puke

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After living with my friend for an entire semester I could not take his "Jersey Shore" wannabe antics anymore. The terrible club music, the awful fist pumping and buckets of hairgel. I felt like I was getting less intelligent by the second by just being at the house. He constantly referred to our basement as the "smush room", which was just a pullout couch with a lava lamp... One weekend I had a buddy from back home come visit me and after a night of partying we retuned back to my place drunk. Because there were no open beds I suggested to my friend to sleep on the couch downstairs (he did not know this was my roomates smush room). Later that night when my roomate returned home with a girl he demanded my friend to get off the pullout couch so he could use it. My friend simply stood up, smiled, then puked on the bed and folded it back into the couch and it was the greatest thing I have ever seen. I am an American and I approve this message.

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