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Originally Posted by Kurosawa Fan
I see what you did there.
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:: nods ::Quote:
Originally Posted by Kurosawa Fan
I see what you did there.
Whoa. I almost had one last night. Now I am glad that didn't happen.Quote:
Originally Posted by megladon8
That poor guy.
I'm not a huge proponent of one-night-stands, but I think the larger mistake this guy made was in getting so piss drunk that he couldn't tell that someone was carving him up.
I can't believe I found this clip online! Only to be watched after reading the article Meg linked.
I'm right here, beyotch :PQuote:
Originally Posted by Kurosawa Fan
That is pretty amazing.
Yeah, the "drunk" was apparently a bigger problem here. And that this girl obviously had something wrong with 'er.
There have been literally billions of one night stands that didn't end this way.
Plus, in a one night stand, do you really spend the night? I've never actually had one, but I always assumed you left after the sex and before the sleeping.
"When I woke I was covered in blood. Dominique was snoring."Quote:
Originally Posted by Dead & Messed Up
I like this lady already.
Traditionally, after having sex with a total stranger in a strange house, the best thing to do is to strip naked, take several valium with alcohol, and paint a huge red target on your chest with her lipstick.Quote:
Originally Posted by Kurosawa Fan
Man, I totally would have flubbed that had the opportunity ever arisen.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mara
Ohhhh, you're supposed to do that after. Maybe that was the problem...Quote:
Originally Posted by Mara
... or, you know. What I heard the problem was... for one of my friends.
But, people are idiots. I had a roommate once named George (female, she was a nutjob) and once we were walking home from a party late at night when a car full of men pulled over and offered us a ride.
We actually got in a yelling argument over this because she didn't see anything wrong with it.
This is the same roommate who started a fire in our apartment by trying to dry her jeans in the oven.
Oh, and she would do her pedicures after her shower while wrapped in a towel, putting her feet up on the table. HER FEET UP ON THE TABLE WHILE WEARING A TOWEL. She didn't care who was at the apartment, either. (My dear friend Javier always claims to not remember this roommate: "George? A girl named George?" "Yes, George. You remember. You saw her snatch." "Oh, snatch girl!")
Yeah, and a Stanley knife? Awesome.Quote:
Originally Posted by Wryan
Oh, and once George brought a guy home who was... just a guy. She'd met him on the way home. He was kind of dirty (not homeless dirty, but like a construction worker after a long day kind of dirty.) I was in the living room watching tv, and he came in to watch with me.
Then she left. For three hours. He sat in the living room and watched television for three hours, while I sat there trying to think what on earth to do next. I didn't want to retreat to my room or leave in case he decided to steal stuff, but I didn't want to be rude and ask him to leave, because he wasn't being threatening, he was just... there.
When she came back three hours later, she had found a kitten and asked if we could keep it, you know, secretly.
I don't miss her.
That is utterly hilarious. Bad room mate stories usually tend to amuse me.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mara
A girl named George?
What were her parents on?
Her real name was Joy, but if you called her that, she'd yell at you. She yelled at me about this, by the way, the first time I met her, when I certainly couldn't have been expected to know any differently. It wasn't nearly "edgy" enough. She wanted to be Alanis Morrisette, but she just ended up looking like an idiot. (This one time, she wanted purple glitter in her hair, so she used purple glitter glue.)Quote:
Originally Posted by Ivan Drago
George was, I suppose, some kind of intelligent. She passed classes. But she simply wasn't smart. She would try to come off as educated, but would simply betray how ignorant she was, like trying to talk about art and literature while mispronouncing Degas and Monet. (Deegass and Mahnnette.)
I can understand mispronouncing... I dunno... Goethe. Nietzsche.
And she'd go on and on about how much she loved Shakespeare. Her favorite Shakespeare play was Coriolanus. Guess why? It was the only one she had ever read. There's nothing shameful in having read only one Shakespeare play, or even none at all. But you're going to look stupid if you pretend to be an expert when you're not.
Depends. If it ended up being a super-awesome 3 hour fuckfest, like hell is anyone gonna go and drive / take the bus home in the middle of a night.Quote:
Originally Posted by Kurosawa Fan
I answered that a litle too seriously. I apologize. See Mara's post instead.
Oh, and Mara, I had a former roommate who did that bringing home some random guy she met on her way home thing. Except it was an actual homeless guy. Yeppers. He was a drug dealer who just got out of prison and living on the streets. She took him home and banged him in exchange for free pot. Then they would invite his shady homeless friends over.
Thankfully, this happened after we kicked her out, but her new roomies are our friends, and we felt bad. The homeless chaps dealt drugs from their house and would have group sex in their shared shower. They also refused to leave when asked. Cops are often involved.
Occasionally my roommates and I would go over to their place to get drunk and watch chaos. I made a sign saying "homeless shelter" and gifted it to one of her roomies. When he brought it home, she saw it and cried. Good times.
Oh shit, Michael Phelps and a bong.
I'm pretty sure most of the kids who look up to him don't give a flying fuck.
Looking thru craiglist for apartments for when my lease is up:
"Looking for another roommate!
Three 20 year old female sophomores at the College of Charleston living here already."
:cool:
Wow, she sounds seriously needy.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mara
In need of a ... CAT scan?Quote:
Originally Posted by Spun Lepton