“My roommate started a fight with me over fruit-storage techniques.”

O my god.

Ok, the skinning the raccoon story wins. You have good reason for that drinking problem.

I’m pretty sure I am going to win this. I lived with all of the roommates below in on campus apartment style housing in a single school year:

Maybe it was Ted Cruz.

I went to Georgia Tech and there is some seriously weird shit goes down in the dorms sometimes

You sound like a freshman roommate one of my friends had. He described the guy as a “compulsive masturbator,” and further added, “If I left the room for more than 15 seconds, I was always sure to knock before I came back in.”

UConn!

As a well-adjusted adult with bills and shit? of course not

Georgia Tech

Not me but a friend that was shy, overly sheltered, and very religious moved into his new dorm room at the beginning of his freshman year before meeting his new roommate. He has never even been on a date before nevermind ever having a girlfriend up to this point in his life. He wasn’t even allowed to go to PG-13…

One time, my roommate brought home this puzzle box that he found. We eventually solved it, and these weird guys came out and tortured us and then we died and went to hell.

I lived off campus in a house. I dated my college roommate. I later married my college roommate. I later had kids with my college roommate. I later divorced my college roommate. Horror Story? It’s a nightmare that never ends....

Don’t kick a guy when he’s down... due to a torn achilles.

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

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.

Freshman year in the dorms my roommate was a bit of a weirdo. He never left our room or really did anything. One day he just took a picture of my back while I was sitting at my desk doing homework then tagged me in the photo saying, “This is my roommate!”. One night I woke up to him crying. It was super awkward.

Roomate was a mess. As in I had to walk over mounds of clothes and other objects to get to my bed. He routinely lit his PC monitor on fire, “to jumpstart his brain”, with the fumes. Also routinely disassembled and reassembled a paintball grenade in the room. I called him out for that and he said potentially destroying…

My freshman roommate (also an only child) needed to play music on a boombox to fall asleep every night, and also got Jesus midway through the year. It was about that time that the albums he played switched from Phish and Guster to Jars of Clay and other Christian contemporary acts.

WHY IS THERE NOTHING HERE FROM TED CRUZ’S COLLEGE ROOMMATE?