So I live on campus at College 8, and I had an awesome roommate who I was really good friends with. Well that was all flushed down the toilet when he got kicked out of housing. Apparently, drinking large quantities of alcohol and smoking lots of weed in the hallways in front of the RA’s room every day is not aloud, who knew.
Well, after having a couple days of freedom in my single, I got a wonderful new roommate, Kevin!!! That’s how my friends and I always referred to him, in a yelling voice. Kevin’s name was never “kevin”, it was always “!!!!!KKEEVVIINN!!!!”, no matter if he was doing homework next to me at 2 AM, or across the dinning hall at lunch.
I didn’t just play jokes on Kevin to be mean, it started when he became an impossible roommate to live with. When I first met Kevin, he greeted me with a low grunt and a barely audible hello. Then, he continued to say that the room was divided by an imaginary line, and that we could not cross the line. I continued to say, “Fuck you KEVIN!!!”. This was just one of the examples I have, and could go on for days, but you get the point.
So needless to say I had to get back at Kevin and fuck with him. One time, Kevin’s parents came to our dorm room to visit I decided it was my chance. I heard a knock on the door, and immediately came up with my brilliant plan on the spot. I stipped but ass naked as Kevin opened the door, walked up to Kevin, kissed him on the cheek, and said “thanks baby for the amazing night.” Needless to say, his very oriental and traditional family was not pleased with him. I also didn’t stay around for the reaction of Kevin.
The rest of the year was a series of pranks and controversies. Much like the disturbed show on MTV. It probably could have been a reality TV show, and an entertaining one at that with all the shit that went down. Tune in to my blogs to here more stories about KKKEEEEVVVIIIINNNN, BG 251 (my room) and myself.
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