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My freshman roomie liked to store her pot under my bed, have sex <i>in</i> my bed, and leave her underwear on the floor to the point of sticking. Her mom also called me once a week to make sure she didn't get all of her calories from alcohol...but that was after she was knocked up by a guy who lived on our floor.
My sophomore roomies were the women from hell--one listened to the same christain song on repeat for hours and left giant clumps of her hair all over the floor. The other one didn't wash her dishes until we found maggots in them, and even then complained to high heaven about it
My junior roomie isn't so bad because she's always over at her girlfriends room...so I consider myself lucky!!
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