My broken futon from IKEA. I don't even bother pulling it out anymore. I just sleep on it the way it is, even though my feet hang off the edge. That big black box is my computer monitor, not my television. It's a lot shittier than it looks.
"Jeff Goldblum Is Watching You Poop." It's your civic duty to print one of these out and put it in your bathroom. This includes public bathrooms.
Creepy naked chick walking on stairs. Not sure why it's in my bathroom. I came home one day and my roommate put it there. It's scarier than the Jeff Goldblum one.
Subway sandwich destroyed. College level eatery.
My roommate hates everyone. I think he secretly does science experiments in there.
My roommate is also a stalker. I found this school schedule posted on his door, clearly in a female's handwriting.
My robotic DJ iPod charger/player. It lights up and moves the turntables. It also does a shitty rap about iPods.
My bathroom door. This doesn't stop people from accidentally walking in on you while you do your business. I think we're due for a new sign.
Free publicity. Comsilogs at 2am are a must.
Nintendo DS and Sony PSP. Essential gear to distract you from homework.
Anyone need a new roommate?...
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