#76447On Friday, January 18, 2008Guest (not verified) said,
It can be very difficult sharing an apartment with somebody else. My friend and I decided to move into an apartment to try and save some money and since we were good friends we thought it would make sense. Well, I was completely wrong. At first things were fine, but after a couple months I started noticing lots of strange people coming and going. I asked my friend who these people were and he just said that they are some new people he met at work. But, one day I came home from work early and walked into the apartment to discover a room full of naked dudes. They were having a wild, gay orgy! I mean full-on, hardcore ass drillin' was going on here! There were dude jerkin' other dudes, dudes suckin dudes off, and a whole bunch of other gay stuff! It was so outta control, I could barely sit at the kitchen table and eat my sandwich. But, I was hungry so I stayed and ate it. After all the ass-bangin had subsided, I had a talk with my roommate and told him that if he's gonna have these gay festivities, to at least cover the furniture with plastic. Hot, man-load is hard to get outta fabric. Ever since then, things weren't the same.
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It can be very difficult
It can be very difficult sharing an apartment with somebody else. My friend and I decided to move into an apartment to try and save some money and since we were good friends we thought it would make sense. Well, I was completely wrong. At first things were fine, but after a couple months I started noticing lots of strange people coming and going. I asked my friend who these people were and he just said that they are some new people he met at work. But, one day I came home from work early and walked into the apartment to discover a room full of naked dudes. They were having a wild, gay orgy! I mean full-on, hardcore ass drillin' was going on here! There were dude jerkin' other dudes, dudes suckin dudes off, and a whole bunch of other gay stuff! It was so outta control, I could barely sit at the kitchen table and eat my sandwich. But, I was hungry so I stayed and ate it. After all the ass-bangin had subsided, I had a talk with my roommate and told him that if he's gonna have these gay festivities, to at least cover the furniture with plastic. Hot, man-load is hard to get outta fabric. Ever since then, things weren't the same.
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