But let me tell you about my former roommates first.
I recently switched dorms because I couldn't live with these people. When I came to the Art Institute of Philadelphia, I was expecting to meet people who are like me.
These three assholes were every stereotype of a douchebag there is. Jersey Shore douchebag. Ghetto douchebag. Meathead douchebag. Every one of them represented a kind of person I tried to avoid in high school. The apartment was absolutely disgusting and in complete disrepair.
Mikey, the Jersey Shore douchebag, was actually the most tolerable of the three. He was actually pretty nice, but incredibly full of himself. He thankfully spent very little time at the room, probably out with his fellow ego-maniacal friends. Still, though, he's the spitting image of Paulie-B. Orange skin, spiked hair and all.
Tom was the most ghetto, wiggerest scum I have had the displeasure of meeting. I could never sleep at night because he would be up until early in the morning taking drugs with his deadbeat friends and blasting horrible music at full volume. He spent 2 years in jail because of unlicensed gun possession, and as soon as he got out he got the gun he got arrested for carrying tattooed on his chest. Yeah. That ghetto.
Anton, the Meathead douchebag, was by far the worst. During the first month he wouldn't clean up after himself in the one bathroom the four of us shared. There would be shit and cum in the toilet and ashes of weed in the shower. He was my ROOM roommate, as in we slept in the same room on separate bunk beds. Actually, I only really lived with him for the first month and a half, because he broke his bed while he was trying to nail some short ugly chick. At 2:30 in the morning. While I was less than 10 feet away from him.
This weekend I was spending time with my girlfriend, and while we were watching a movie I got a text from Anton saying he was going to beat my ass when I got back because I accidentally forgot to leave his laptop back at the dorm room. That is a severe overreaction right there. Btw, he didn't beat my ass because he was passed out when I got back and had no memory of the occurrence.
I would have posted their numbers here so you guys could fuck with them if you wanted, but i unfriended them on facebook and deleted them as contacts before the idea occurred to me. Damn.
Anyway, that is the story of my horrible roommates. I'd like to hear some of your stories, people of the interwebs.
This is Anton and Tom btw. Just look at how dumb they are.
LewToons
wow man, that blows - i'm suprised to see those kinda dudes in art school
vezanmatics
i know, i wasn't expecting to meet these kind of people in art school either.