Roommate Confessions

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

Roommate Confessions
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In honor of Mr. Trololo's passing.

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I was just coming home from a session with Mary, Jane and Herb. My roommate, who is super nerd, literally, kinda, was sleeping. Now, we have this 4 foot bong, that we bought together. Well, I guess he bought it himself... but... I claim some ownership to it anyway. Soon I start thinking to myself "Wtf should I do? :S" And then it his me. The four footer. And COD 4. So I snuck into his room, and I took the bong, and then I snuck into this closet, and I took his stash. And I proceeded to light a fire in the kitchen. I started to melt, so I turned on some tunes. Jammed to Hendrix for a while. But then I got tired... so I stopped doing that and came to your site. And I clicked on the Trolololo video. It brought me to, not only tears, but to loud honking noises and childish squeals of giggly laughter. Apparently, my commotion woke my roommate up, but I didn't realize this fact in time for, all of a sudden...... BAM! I GET PUNCHED IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Like, an effing cheapshot! IN THE DARK! So I'm like "Wth man, why would you do that?" Everything's like all slow motion. I have an urge to watch the Matrix. And he's like- "Because you're a dweeb, and that's my weed." And then he took the bong away! So thanks a lot. And my neck still hurts man, from like whiplash or something. Maybe I just slept on it wrong. But like I look like a retarded seal when I try to look around.

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