I have a box of photographs from my college days that really should be burned.

Cooking on Sunday for the week is a hallmark of a serial killer? Shit, I better get to work on my body count.

OMG, is this your roommate?!?

We had to ban Skinny Puppy from being played without headphones, lest our one roommate dominate the stereo with nothing but.

She brought our food out on time! Wore a funky barrette in her hair!

This sounds like some sort of post-modern experiential performance art interpretation of a Virginia Woolf novel.

I really want to believe this is the premise for some sort of erotic story, but it is just really strange, wtf.

a halcyon day when you would just draw a dick on dry erase boards to indicated your roommate troubles

Yeah but it took a lot more time and effort for a lot of guys to not be successful in getting in to a woman’s pants back then. Guys today can not be successful in this area with far less work involved.

Many college students would be quite happy to learn their new roommate is also a supplier.

There have been some truly great Uncle Jesses in our shared TV culture, where does this douchebag get off corrupting the name?

I’m thankful that I don’t know what a subtweet is.

How long has it been since you had one of those songs caught in your head? Zero seconds!

A fucking men. None of this instant communication shit for our generation.

This isn’t a horror story, but it’s definitely a weird one: I walked into my freshman dorm room one day and found my roommate, Jen, in bed with her best friend Ann. Okay, whatever, it was a women’s college blah blah.

Thank god that story’s not about me - it was my sophomore year I played Throwing Copper on a daily basis.

Me too. Also, cell phone cameras and easily-obtainable digital photography.

+1 Shit Towne

+1 placenta falling to the floor

I’m so ridiculously thankful to have attended college before social media existed.