For some reason, the guys in my hall decided to have a big fat slumber party. So they took their mattresses out of their rooms, lined the hall with them, and now they’re all sleeping there together. Awww.
I still think it’s a fire hazard.
Remember what I was saying about how men don’t know how express their feelings for one another adequately?…
Y’ever have a song stuck in your head? My way of getting it out of my head is to beat it with a blunt instrument. Not literally; I just have my CD player,
Sometimes five.
Sometimes roommates go mad first.