Roomate Chronicles – Part II

So the last time we discussed the proper way to blow textbook money: multiple pair (per) Air Force Ones…yes, just like the song.

Over the course of the next few weeks, I learnt a lot.

“Man dog, niggaz don’t swim.”

The word ignant…apparently a botched up version of ignorant, but can be used for anything.

“It’s cuz I’m black ain’t it,” is an excuse for almost anything.

“Deucing a bitch” means tag teaming a hoe. It’s even proper etiquitte to offer your room mates if they want to come and, “deuce a bitch wit you.”

…among other things. Some of the breaking points happened during showertime. Yes that time where we make ourselves clean. The only problem was that Chaz rarely showered. In fact, he didnt’ even own shampoo or soap. On the rare ocassion that he did shower, he started using me and my room mate’s shower stuff. Normally I wouldn’t have a problem, but to imagine this fat gorilla wiping his weed-smelling hair body with my appliance of self-cleanliness was appalling.

So we started keeping our shower stuff in our own rooms. He countered by sneaking into our rooms and taking it.

When he started trying to sell weed out of the apartment, enough was enough. 

Hilarity ensues next time.