tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post8582967131088654732..comments2023-10-01T05:53:43.041-04:00Comments on Gifts from a Broad: If I Get Shot I'll Stop the Bleeding With Toilet PaperThe Lady Who Doesn't Lunch:http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435708079953998705noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-24133169153123278862008-01-08T15:36:00.000-05:002008-01-08T15:36:00.000-05:00I loved this post as well, it reminds me of quite ...I loved this post as well, it reminds me of quite a few memories myself.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-38073129599253058482008-01-08T07:43:00.000-05:002008-01-08T07:43:00.000-05:00I had a roommate who liked watching porn. And whe...I had a roommate who liked watching porn. And when the VCR in his room broke, he would watch it in the living room.Del-Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10177208284239709601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-86400849320782255322008-01-08T00:42:00.000-05:002008-01-08T00:42:00.000-05:00I had quite the opposite. My parents were sooo no...I had quite the opposite. My parents were sooo noisy they woke ME up. Every morning my dad would get for work around 4:30-5 am and SLAM his dresser drawers. And my mom never walked up and down the stairs she STOMPED on them. When I moved out to my little one bedroom garden apt it was HEAVEN!Quiet onehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15331808415683305902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-9917526846754876182008-01-08T00:41:00.000-05:002008-01-08T00:41:00.000-05:00I had quite the opposite. My parents were sooo no...I had quite the opposite. My parents were sooo noisy they woke ME up. Every morning my dad would get for work around 4:30-5 am and SLAM his dresser drawers. And my mom never walked up and down the stairs she STOMPED on them. When I moved out to my little one bedroom garden apt it was HEAVEN>Quiet onehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15331808415683305902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-25045534763828958092008-01-07T23:00:00.000-05:002008-01-07T23:00:00.000-05:00Man, you know how to party.Man, you know how to party.paperback readerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05200353078639769169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-5934123005341101522008-01-07T22:35:00.000-05:002008-01-07T22:35:00.000-05:00Another hilarious post. I think you've gained me ...Another hilarious post. I think you've gained me as a reader. Hope it won't be a burden. (And I never forget to buy TP.)Coaster Punchmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12587366749348273040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-35124755662341162222008-01-07T17:34:00.000-05:002008-01-07T17:34:00.000-05:00My first apartment was with a high school buddy wh...My first apartment was with a high school buddy who had amazing luck with the women. I got to listen to him and a new girl about 3 or 4 times a week.<BR/><BR/>That will beat down the old self-esteem! (pun intended on the beating part)SkylersDadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18264164502733912326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-37164882512972791432008-01-07T15:25:00.000-05:002008-01-07T15:25:00.000-05:00I definitely do not miss roommates.I definitely do not miss roommates.Boldly Serving Up Wheat Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17804188398018016592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-11915191831272720982008-01-07T15:00:00.000-05:002008-01-07T15:00:00.000-05:00When I was 19 or 20 I caught my first wife in bed ...When I was 19 or 20 I caught my first wife in bed with my best friend. In the ensuing chaos, I ended up losing the trailer, two cars, a motorcycle, and pretty much everything else I thought I owned. So, hat in hand, I return to the family farm, hoping to get my old room back so I could finish college and pay all the divorce bills without worrying about rent. My parents didn't seem so enthused about the idea. <BR/><BR/>I ended up sleeping in the camper. For a year. <BR/><BR/>No heat, no water. <BR/><BR/>For a year. <BR/><BR/>It gets worse. Six years later, in my mid-twenties, live-in girlfriend kicks me out (long story). Nowhere to go, I call Ma & Pa. Hey, guess what? I ended up in that damned camper again...Chris the Hippiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18434819898396611160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-27345614566905082672008-01-07T12:05:00.000-05:002008-01-07T12:05:00.000-05:00OMG dried sperms. I almost bust a gut. WHAT A SK...OMG dried sperms. I almost bust a gut. WHAT A SKEEZE BUCKET:):):)<BR/><BR/>I have been in similar situations. not at home because I was lucky to have a mother who was liberal and allowed me to come and go as I pleased until I left home at 21, but room mates. It's always the same. I could never go back to room mate living. I hate living with people. There is NOTHING like having your own place and your own rules and I really regret that I never had my own place - I shared with five people, then three then one other person who was a FREAK then with my lovely boy El Codo. Much as I like him, I do regret the fact I never got to have my very own place with no one else. I'm a person who thrives on having their own space so part of me still wishes I had an apartment all of my own. Hey, the boy can live next door, no?The Guv'nerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17644868081292848220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-51424441097331303492008-01-07T11:46:00.000-05:002008-01-07T11:46:00.000-05:00Drama - my parents were very strict and often were...Drama - my parents were very strict and often were waiting up for me too. I started paying rent the year I turned 18 the same year they lifted my curfew.<BR/><BR/>They worried about me, rightfully so, as I was a bit free spirited.<BR/><BR/>They thought I was doing drugs years before I actually did them.<BR/><BR/>Player - some of your posts were my inspiration for writing this. My husband is the only person I've ever been able to live with and not want to murder at some point.<BR/><BR/>Heidi - Debbie was totally gross and leaning very much on the crass side. Sometimes it was funny, but mostly not.<BR/><BR/>My parents were freaks about my noise even before my night job. We were all unpleasant to live with. We get along just fine these days, but I'm very uncomfortable staying overnight at their house in Florida.<BR/><BR/>Evil - I loved and hated that apartment. I froze in the winter and roasted in the summer as there was no air conditioning and I was on the 3rd floor - it was still worth it to live alone.<BR/><BR/>Tara - At one point I actually hoarded TP in my room and brought my own roll to the toity as needed.<BR/><BR/>CDP - Debbie was probably trying to be cute, but it still caused me to shudder and take a shower immediately.The Lady Who Doesn't Lunch:https://www.blogger.com/profile/16435708079953998705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-78427093448235318162008-01-07T10:47:00.000-05:002008-01-07T10:47:00.000-05:00Nice new avatar! I loved living alone; I also had...Nice new avatar! I loved living alone; I also had an apartment in a marginal complex, but it was MINE. <BR/>"Dried sperms"? Oh, I do hope she was kidding. This is 2 levels of offensive: 1. Wash your face for God's sake! and 2. The plural of "sperm" is "sperm".Clairehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14956997477396182396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-65893466695403784212008-01-07T09:46:00.000-05:002008-01-07T09:46:00.000-05:00Great post! I bought some toilet paper yesterday, ...Great post! I bought some toilet paper yesterday, even though I have most of a whole role left. I do not like running out of it.Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16103812856035857566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-90859740341470322802008-01-07T06:06:00.000-05:002008-01-07T06:06:00.000-05:00Nice...your first place sounds about as nice and a...Nice...your first place sounds about as nice and accommodating as mine was. I had a luxurious 400 square foot place where the kitchen was bigger than the living room. The bathroom resembled a long hallway and the heat was always on..steam heat.<BR/><BR/>I never had the roommates, until the girlfriends started moving in, but I did have all of my friends living in the same building. Ironically, I could never keep a twelve pack longer than 24 hours.<BR/><BR/>Great post..I might have to swipe this idea for later use.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-55312614847160198392008-01-07T05:37:00.000-05:002008-01-07T05:37:00.000-05:00Brilliant post, Lady. I could totally imagine myse...Brilliant post, Lady. I could totally imagine myself there with you....<BR/><BR/>The sperm thing...yuck! I'm sure she was kidding! (right?)<BR/><BR/>And what's with men and their aiming problem...I live with three, it drives me crazy. <BR/><BR/>Heidi <BR/><BR/>PS: I thought your family too, too harsh. I realize this is your POV, and there may be another side of the story -- but, still, you were coming home from WORK. At 10 pm. Not cool.Family Adventurehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00093360285075029799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-38037058784522620452008-01-07T01:02:00.000-05:002008-01-07T01:02:00.000-05:00aren't roommates fun?tonight is the first day back...aren't roommates fun?<BR/><BR/>tonight is the first day back after not seeing my roommate for two weeks. within the first hour he told me that when our lease ends at the end of august, he'd like to live on his own ["no offense"]. there was none taken, since i only ever signed up for one year to begin with, and its already been far too long.-https://www.blogger.com/profile/05215282549913888007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-90331154837698338882008-01-06T23:12:00.000-05:002008-01-06T23:12:00.000-05:00Whoa dude, I'm lucky my parents dont make me pay t...Whoa dude, I'm lucky my parents dont make me pay the rent. But then you see my parents are a little....uuuhhh, insane for lack of a better word.<BR/><BR/>If I'm not home by 10ish at night, my dad will be on the phone yelling at me telling me to get my ass home. And they won't sleep until I get home. <BR/><BR/>Once I got home at 3am and I tried to slip in through the backdoor. I was so quite and proud of myself and when I get to the living room, there they were sitting in the dark, in the middle of the living room, sipping tea- waiting for me.<BR/><BR/>I never had another moment in my life where I actually was scared for my mortality.<BR/><BR/>So like I say....insane.constant dramahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10430085888891601663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-88630327599510853482008-01-06T22:42:00.000-05:002008-01-06T22:42:00.000-05:00Wendy B - I never let her borrow my chapstick afte...Wendy B - I never let her borrow my chapstick after that.<BR/><BR/>Suze - I used my oven to heat the place because the free utilities meant that I didn't have a thermostat and they controlled the heat. It was freezing!The Lady Who Doesn't Lunch:https://www.blogger.com/profile/16435708079953998705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-37059107412357093542008-01-06T22:14:00.000-05:002008-01-06T22:14:00.000-05:00I was absolutely thrilled to get my first studio a...I was absolutely thrilled to get my first studio apartment and live on my own. It didn't even have an oven - just a hot plate type of thing, but it was mine...all mine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-13882389208875253362008-01-06T21:33:00.000-05:002008-01-06T21:33:00.000-05:00Dried sperms...hmmm..I think I saw those in the gr...Dried sperms...hmmm..I think I saw those in the grocery store next to the dried apricots and the raisins.WendyBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00985099019783464580noreply@blogger.com