Friday, July 30, 2010

hey, that's my cup!

I lived with a roommate for a few months that felt like an eternity. In the two months this dude lived in my apartment he got hit by a car while riding his bike no less than three times, stole a bike from another roommate, and stole household items and horded them in his room. One item he stole was an oversized plastic souvenir cup from a trip to Coney Island. He was using it to pee in because he didn't want to walk 20 feet from his room to the bathroom. To top it off, he lied about giving the landlord rent money and never paid me for his share of the utilities.

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