Wednesday, February 11, 2009

My Junior year I had this roommate. We knew each other pretty well and thought that living together would be swell.

I was wrong. He was rather nutty.

I knew I was in for a long year when I came home one day to find him spread eagle on the floor of our room, moaning "I am a blade of grass."

Apparently he was practicing for a monologue. I think he was just trying to flirt with the tree outside our room.

No comments: