Oh God I’m wincing for that poor guy.

She did it in retaliation because I yelled at her after I caught her cutting her janky toenails on my bed a day or two prior. I mean, I could overlook her constant playing of U2's “Joshua Tree” and I could overlook her weird obsession with real life princesses (Princess Di and Crown Princess Masako watched down on me…

We essentially had a fight the previous day. I walked in on her cutting her toenails on my bed which is, as Tommy Haverford would say, “an oh-no-no.”

My roommate in college text me one time asking me to not come home for a little while so her and her boyfriend could fuck in our living room. I wasn’t even planning on coming home anytime soon but my response was something like, I have to hear you have sex literally every time he sleeps over so can you just not fuck…

Wtf? If you’re all adults then you just courteously inform people that you’re hoping to get busy on a given night, and you all work together to pretend that you don’t hear or see anything untoward... Maybe that means that the non-participants make alternate sleeping arrangements, but it doesn’t mean that you take…

I was there too. Something about the phrase “Fuck Fest” screams “orgy!” to me, for some reason.

I agree this story really isn’t about the sex. It’s about how she treated her diving partner. She was a nasty friend and worse athletic partner. To do well they needed a good night’s sleep and to be getting along.

One night in undergrad I came home from a late night study session in the library. Opened the door to my shared room, and was hit in the face by a WALL of sex funk. My roommate was busily getting it on with her boyfriend who supposedly was only staying over every weekend but wound up staying four days out of seven…

For some reason I expected a love triangle to be part of the story and now I'm disappointed. This is like freshmen year roommate level of intrigue.

Damn, was really, really, really hoping this would be about a post-sex fight between secret but in-synch lovers David Boudia and Steele Johnson.

Counterpoint: This is him.

Yep. Had a roommate do this to me. He was even nice enough to leave a note on the door telling me and our other roommate to not come home tonight. Fortunately, the ONLY window in the apartment that was opened was the one to his bedroom. So, I crawled in through the window, spent a minute critiquing his performance…

Pedroso came back to their hotel room and found Oliveira there with another Olympic hard body, canoeist Pedro Goncalves.

If someone locks me out I will lose my damn mind. Much less if it’s because you want to get laid. Not cool regardless of who does it.

Breitbart got so frustrated by all the liberal lying liar polls lying that Clinton is beating Trump that they contracted a polling company to poll a right thinking non-lying poll.

You know, it was funny watching Rove’s head implode on election night 2012. When he literally got up from his desk, walked into the polling rooms, and started asking everyone how Obama won. And I remember that lady that posted that hour long YouTube video lamenting Obama’s victory and her cursing out Republicans for…

“Anyone who wants to give their money to a Manhattan narcissist whose interests begin and end with the plight of white people should keep in mind that Woody Allen’s Cafe Society is getting decent reviews right now.”

The basic stance Trump supporters have adopted is something like: “We’ve nominated a candidate who is completely incompetent, disturbingly unhinged, and completely offensive to larges sections of the population. He has done nothing to build a coalition or even run a campaign. ALL THE POLLS ARE FAKED AND IF WE LOSE…

“Which is troubling, because I’m not sure Donald Trump knows what he’s legally allowed to do!”