So my roommate calls me on my cellphone. The reception in this area is terrible so we get cut off before I say anything. She immediately calls my home line and proceeds to ask me…..”are you at home?”. No, knucklehead. I’m on my bike. I stopped at Radio Shack and got a 30 mile phone cord for cheap so I wouldn’t miss your dumbass calls!
In other news, there are few things in life I enjoy more than a good David Hasselhoff or Chuck Norris joke.
March 2nd, 2006 at 7:47 pm
I really, really want to have a long talk with the roommate.
March 2nd, 2006 at 9:05 pm
She’ll just bitch about my snoring, my dirty dishes or my refusal to crush cans for recycling.
March 2nd, 2006 at 10:18 pm
Well, you’ll be the first to talk about your snoring.
March 3rd, 2006 at 10:17 am
Change roommates already. Been years in the making!
Don’t cha wish your roommate was hot like me?! (Couldn’t resist!) :Þ
March 3rd, 2006 at 12:10 pm
I wish my roommate was a lot of things…mostly nonexistent.
March 3rd, 2006 at 1:42 pm
There has to be a way for you to to work out a new situation, babe. I know things are convenient this way, but at the same time, you deserve some peace and quiet. And she’s anything but peaceful or quiet.
March 3rd, 2006 at 3:35 pm
Get a job with the L.A. Times and we’ll show her the door.
March 3rd, 2006 at 8:19 pm
Wait, I thought we’d agreed I could just mooch off you and get fat?
March 3rd, 2006 at 9:38 pm
I agreed to the mooching, not the extra booty. Trophy wives have to be fine so you need to maintain right where you are now. I’ll see how much it costs to add you to my gym membership.
March 3rd, 2006 at 9:53 pm
Hmm, you get points for calling me fine, but I can win you over to my mooching ways.