You know you haven’t done laundry in a long time when your hall mate asks if you’re moving out when your carrying you’re dirty clothes baskets to the laundry room.
As the semester progresses, the walk to my 8 a.m. is starting to look more like an episode of “The Walking Dead”.
Woke up today to find my roommate shattered our glass table by throwing a beer bottle in the air. Good news though, the bottle is still intact.
To the girl sitting next to me in the Alley Cat: If you are talking about taking Ram Ride home from your wedding, it may be too soon.