Roommate Confessions

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

Roommate Confessions
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Every night at 2 am, you rev your truck's obnoxiously loud engine in the parking lot. You play country music at absurd volumes with your windows down. You run people off the road on the way out of the apartment complex. You have your truck jacked up so high that you look like a moron trying to climb into it. You double park in a parking lot that has too few spots to accommodate the people already using it. You even have Trucknutz. You are the ultimate asshole Texan. Well, tomorrow morning, you'll wake up to find that your white Dodge Ram has been splattered with year-old mustard, you've got rancid eggs in your engine, and to top it all off, the whole thing's been wrapped in cellophane. Know what the best part is? It wasn't just me. It wasn't just me and my roommate. It was the two of us and more than six other people we didn't even know. Oh, and you still got a ticket for double parking, you fucking redneck.

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