Roommate Confessions

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

Roommate Confessions
uPick

False fame.

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Dear Brianna K. It's not the food you stole or the 50 crazy emails you sent that bug me. It's not even the night you freaked and sliced out your birth control implant with an x-acto blade because it made you crazy. (Pro Tip: It wasn't the birth control.) It's the nearly $1000 or so in rent you didn't pay. It's the $400 some we paid to clean up the feces, urine, and blood left in your walk-in closet by the pet skunk you kept locked in there 90% of the time. Oh! and the blood all over the floor in your room from the poor mama bunny that bled out after having tons of babies and killing them because you wouldn't separate two adult OPPOSITE gender rabbits. The fetuses in the trash can still haunt me. But I saw you on the Today Show with Kathie Lee the other day. I guess you ran out of people to pity you and wound up homeless. Way to milk a bad situation, but you're still an animal-torturing witch.

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