7 Roomates You’ll Want To Avoid (But Ultimately Will Not)
Fraternity houses are basically big houses filled with hormonal date rape proponents that have this incredibly false sense of entitlement that don’t have to worry about cleaning after themselves, making their own meals, doing dishes, or anything else that would make a young adult self sufficient. So four years of this leads to learning almost nothing about contributing towards the general efficiency of what a place of living is supposed to have. Also, they have no way of entertaining themselves besides watching Sportscenter and bonging beers with a little more weight on the ladder. When the possibility of doing either of these is wiped out they get so incredibly bored and usually turn to their counterparts to entertain them. If you do not oblige, they will usually call you boring or lame and walk around bouncing a basketball screaming “I’M BORED!” at the ceiling like a seven year old girl. Do not expect to have a meaningful conversation with this person that does not involve how the BCS Bowls work or whether or not you would bone Snooki.
Besides the pachuli stench and constant BO from never bathing hippies aren’t too bad to live with. They are always chill and they ALWAYS have weed. They have the sluttiest friends that come over because they are all down with free love. I have come to learn that most love costs at least 30 K annually but when your doing a hippie it’s almost always affordable unless you go to a Trader Joe’s beforehand. There is also a plethora of problems when it comes to living with hippies including their inability to pay for anything. Being a barista 20 hours a week doesn’t really cut it money wise and after five years the benefits don’t ever start to pay off. He can never remember anything like whether it’s a Tuesday or Friday, your girlfriends name, or how to tell time. They can be entertaining when they’re high because their actions are embarrising and they think YOU are the funniest! Phish is alright in moderation but when he switches “Lick it like a lollipop” on the stereo to “Sample in a Jar” live 25 minute sonic concherto that seemingly has the power to change you life but it’s more like a test in futility. When you introduse him to your friends you have to expect his explanation of why he wears a hemp satchel around his neck and how it’s his dreams in a bag. In reality if he just told them the truth of how he keeps his weed in it he would not have to worry about first impressions.. ever. This tragic reality is lost in the wind, much like his life will unfortunately not burn out but fade away.
Anything without a Y Chromosome
Living with girls is pretty cool at first because the initial reaction to it is sort of stretched out over the first two weeks of living together, then the grandma takes off her mask and the hunter is not there to save you from the wolf attack. Clothes everywear, workout tapes, E! Entertainment Channel, and Chelsea Handler will cut into your sanity and whether or not you guys are fucking, the urge to run away from home will never go away and is impossible to satiate. Prerequisites to living with a girl are the ability to put the lid down, crush spiders, and not mind hearing every single Rihanna song in the collection including the songs where she’s merely featured. A friend of mine moved in with three knockouts and he became so horny all the time he could’ve written for Vivid Entertainment. Whenever their doors were locked he just assumed they were having sex with each other or masturbating when in reality they are gone because they are semi creeped out by the way he always checked to see if the doors are locked. He said that they didn’t have a problem with his “unwarranted intrusions” until like the sixth or seventh time. I for one would try to do whatever it takes to get them to make me sandwiches or do my laundry like even if that means sitting through Project Runway or doing a Date Auction at the Adult Daycare she works at. Then when they do make you a sandwich, and it’s game day, all of your buddies will call you God.
This one is pretty self explanatory. Any sort of threat of legal action being taken against you because of the awesome entertainment system “his uncle” gave him is undeniably inacceptable. You sometimes wave the luxury of selecting your roomates due to desperation so any tom dick and harry can live with you everyday for a year. At first they will seem cool and you even start to hang out with them and then everywhere you take him things seem to dissapear with no explanation and then you start to notice that he puts liquid codeine in everything. When he can, he pays rent in cash and sometimes trades Hot Pockets for bracelets and articles of clothing. He doesn’t say much and when he does he refers to “The Man” frequently and refers to every woman, especially his mother, as bitches. He makes for a pretty good guard dog and when you do get robbed he’ll either shoot the guy dead or laugh because he “hasn’t seen that dude in years.” The girls he harbors are always really skanky and DTF but you should make sure first that they don’t have siphillis or a baby daddy. He won’t steal from you but its probably a good idea not to move out until he does which will probably be the case if his parole officer ever wakes up from that coma.
These slimy degenerates come in all shapes and sizes. You will see the gamer creep who only stays inside and plays Skyrim with all of his “friends.” This breed often times is wearing sweatpants all weekend and will smell like Frito’s and sperm. Inside jokes and Meme Jokes will be the only other thing this person responds to besides Start Menu’s and their Xbox Live headset. Then there are the goth / emo slime. These people do not play well with others. I once had a roomate that went to art school, listened to Slayer, wore face paint, and was a staunch antisemite. They are very creative but reading a poem in goats blood isn’t as deep when it’s on your kitchen table. If you want to talk about anything besides music or the baby killers that run our country you probably won’t get much more than a quick “conformist asshole.” Do not go to a house party with this person because you may never again see the light of day. Absinthe has the power to put people in a coma, especially when half of it is laudenum. Then there is the Guido Creep. Guido creeps actually believe that they are God’s gift to the world and know they will make it rich and own their own fragrant. If a girl has any ounce of self confidence they will find guidos deplorable and will leave immeadiately after the guido slaps her ass followed by a glorious fist pump. Chapstick and industrial strength hair products will always be on hand but don’t expect to be able to use any of it. Also, when they get super drunk and start a fight with your other roommates there is only ever one side of the story, their side. They will bring home hot girls but these girls will have a thick layer of fat and foundation and if you point that out expect to be called a faggot or reminded that pussy IS pussy after all.
Sometimes living with older roomates can be cool, like when your too young to drink and they can hook you up with beer. It isn’t cool when they are so old that they can remember the Reagan Administration and the girl you want to bang doesn’t know who O.J. Simpson is. They always seem to be the people that will actually yell at you if you don’t put the dishes away as soon as the cycle is done. They insist on having people over because they are too old to survive at the club or anywhere the decibal level is somewhere between a pin dropping and a snake hissing. For whatever reason they live with you, it probably is incredibly depressing and if you have to listen one more time about how he needs to see his kids again you may take a bathtub with a toaster. This guy also puts in his fair share of whacking off time so you might want to be cautious when walking in on anything. It’s best to avoid him existing in social situations and you might want to just store him away upstairs like the freakchild in the attic.
There is a reason why we haven’t had a Mormon President and it’s because the American People want someone who isn’t afraid to be bad. It’s fun to do bad things and if it wasn’t for people who broke rules then we probably would be Canadian and I can only watch so much hockey. When someone is constantly berading you for the occasional racial slur or taking resin hits is just plain no fun. This person is clueless to the fact that there are other things out there besides ABC Family and Boggle and if you smoke a cigarette within thirty yards of the apartment it “ stinks like an ashtray in here.” Everything makes this person precautious including alcohol, drugs, and black people and he will do whatever it takes to force his will on everyone is this sense. He will bring girls around but they will not speak to anyone but him because they already think you are a bigoted addict. She hasn’t ever seen a penis either and more than likely never will so your not missing much. The good thing about living with a Boy Scout is your place will always be clean and if you ever need a DD your set for life.