Top three reasons why I hate my roommates (all reasons occur in the bathroom):
1. My idiot roommate, who happens to be a grad student at Harvard (fucking amazing), clogs the toilet with a massive amount of poop. He does not bother to go into the basement to find a plunger. Does not call the landlord. Does nothing. Basically jiggles the handle, writes a note that says do not open, clogged and leaves for the weekend. My other roommate has to find a plunger and unclog it because I refuse to clean up a grown mans shit, thank you very much.
2. I seem to be the only person in this house who ever uses toilet paper because Im the only one who fucking buys it. Yes I live with three boys. Yes I realize that they need it less, which means that they probably dont notice that we are out for a while. Ok I get that, but days? I keep toilet paper in my room because sometimes I like to see how long they will go without buying any. I mean these guys will go for 4 days. Thats just weird.
3. Someone in this apartment has either gotten into a bad habit or a weird fetish of not flushing the toilet. Again cleaning up after a grown mans body excretions, unless it is cum (*later edited to say: cum that I made happen, lol, not just random cum around the house, ew gross thought!*), might be the most disgusting thing ever. I dont live with males, I live with cave men. Obviously.
Ok, thats enough of my rant.
1. My idiot roommate, who happens to be a grad student at Harvard (fucking amazing), clogs the toilet with a massive amount of poop. He does not bother to go into the basement to find a plunger. Does not call the landlord. Does nothing. Basically jiggles the handle, writes a note that says do not open, clogged and leaves for the weekend. My other roommate has to find a plunger and unclog it because I refuse to clean up a grown mans shit, thank you very much.
2. I seem to be the only person in this house who ever uses toilet paper because Im the only one who fucking buys it. Yes I live with three boys. Yes I realize that they need it less, which means that they probably dont notice that we are out for a while. Ok I get that, but days? I keep toilet paper in my room because sometimes I like to see how long they will go without buying any. I mean these guys will go for 4 days. Thats just weird.
3. Someone in this apartment has either gotten into a bad habit or a weird fetish of not flushing the toilet. Again cleaning up after a grown mans body excretions, unless it is cum (*later edited to say: cum that I made happen, lol, not just random cum around the house, ew gross thought!*), might be the most disgusting thing ever. I dont live with males, I live with cave men. Obviously.
Ok, thats enough of my rant.
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i was thinking that our friends must be amazed at our cleanliness, they'll leave in the wee hours of the mourning and the place will be trashed, then return a few hours later to hang out and it's spotless
i would not be on good terms with your roommates