re: Funny College Roommate Stories?

Being an Aggie I’m guessing male right?

Like most college students, I was poor as frick. So poor I couldn't pay attention.

As such, the little things in life made me happy. One day I bought a box of Fruity Pebbles. I was so fricking excited to eat a bowl the next morning. I couldn't stop talking about it.

At the time, my roommate worked nights at a casino. Most days I'd be waking up when he got home from work.

Anyway, the morning came, and I sprung out of bed to pour myself a bowl of those delicious neon colored pebbles.

I walk into the living room, and my fatass dickhead of a roommate is sitting on the couch in his underwear eating my entire box of Fruity Pebbles out of a salad bowl. The entire box.

I've never forgiven him for taking that away from me.

My final roommate was a very broke grad student from India, and I didn't really see him too much, as he was constantly doing stuff in a lab, etc.

About 10 years later, I searched his name one day (there is only one person on earth with his name), and he ended up selling his software company to another company to the tune of about 225 million bucks.

The guy didn't even have a car at the time, and I used to have to give him a ride to buy groceries. Crazy how life works.

Lived with a guy who brought home a fat black stripper with missing teeth and stretch marks. It was both hilarious and disgusting all at the same time.

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I searched his name one day (there is only one person on earth with his name), and he ended up selling his software company to another company to the tune of about 225 million bucks. The guy didn't even have a car at the time, and I used to have to give him a ride to buy groceries. Crazy how life works.

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Need to call him up and say “so...remember those times when I would give you a free ride to the grocery? Good times...”

Roommate used to to hook up with this Chinese exchange student every once in a blue moon.

One night, I think it was after the 2012 Mississippi State game, he double booked. He already had the girl that he was basically dating in his room, but had drunkenly cast a line out to the Asian chick before inviting the girl he was seeing over.

Its like 2 am when she enters the apartment. She barely can speak English. I don't even know what she thought about the fact that my roommate was no where to be found and his door being shut.

I am pretty drunk, listening to music on the couch, smoking weed. I am vaguely aware of whats going on. I tell her that my roommate isn't at the house, and I really don't know where he is. She was cute enough, and well, Asian, so I decided that I would take care of the problem.

I pretty quickly start making out with her, and we soon thereafter go to my room. It was fun. Next morning was fun.

Post sex was pretty awkward though. This chick was REALLY Asian, and her idea of pillow talk was to pull Simpson's youtube videos up on her phone, and laugh at them. I awkwardly laughed with her. I had to work that morning, so I got her out of there pretty quick.

I tell one.... My sophomore year, I lived in these shithole apartments that backed up to the Guthrie’s in Auburn.

These were shitty 2 bedroom apartments that resembled a “shotgun house”. You walked in the front door to the living room. Straight ahead was a dining room table and the kitchen (with a 2 foot partition to let you know you had left the living room and entered the kitchen.) A small hallway off to the side took you to the bathroom and 2 bedrooms on either side. OK... so now you know what the apt looked like....

We hung a dartboard on that little 2 foot partition between the dining area and the kitchen and used to play darts. So, if I am shooting darts, the front door is to my back and the kitchen is ahead past the dartboard... and then Guthrie’s would be behind our kitchen

Playing darts for real eventually got old, so we began to make our own games. We used to see who could get bullseye from the couch... we used to see how well you could score with you eyes closed, etc. etc.

One day, we decided to back up to the sidewalk outside the door. And, the fun of this was to throw the darts overhand... like a javelin. We would wind up and throw them so hard that the needle would penetrate the whole board and the solid metal part after would go into the dartboard. (These were darts from my dads house. Probably made in the 60’s-70’s. They probably weighed a 1/8 pound. So we could bury them into the board.)

One day, my roommate and a gal friend of ours decide that they don’t want to do school that day and would rather smoke pot and listen to music in our apartment. This is probably 9am or so.

He is showing this gal friend of ours how we can hit the dartboard with these heavy arse darts and make them sink all of the way almost to the feather if you throw it hard enough.

To prove it, he opens the front door and backs up into the sidewalk outside of our apartment and throws this heavy arse dart as hard as he can.

He misses the dartboard. He missed the little partition between the kitchen and the dining area. It sails though the kitchen and manages to sail right through the only busted pane in our kitchen window... into the Guthrie’s parking lot.

We had not even noticed a leaf blower running... until it suddenly stopped. My roommate ran to the kitchen window and looked out into the Guthrie’s parking lot and saw a guy with a leaf blower at his feet pulling a dart out of his neck.

He screamed “You could have killed me” and threw the dart back at our window. He missed. I have no idea how more wasn’t made of this, but we never heard another word about it.