I was standing in the kitchen last night, staring into the refrigerator searching for inspiration, when Roommate wandered out of his room. We exchanged what-are-you-doing-ups (it was after 1 AM), and he headed for the living room with a beer and an exciting looking book called, “Management Strategies.”
He returned thirty seconds later carrying something different entirely.
R: I’m not really sure… but I don’t think this is my size.
He handed me my bra. Oh sweet Jesus. Anyone who knows Roommate is aware of his fascination with the female chest and I’m pretty sure that leaving lingerie in the living room broke a cardinal law of co-ed roommates. Buggers.
Seriously, though, half-way through watching The Simple Life with my galpal, I realized I was totally uncomfortable. So I removed the offending bra, Flashdance Style and forgot all about it. Turns out, it wasn’t the bra making me uncomfortable, though. It was Paris Hilton.
sick out. how is that show? worth watching?
You totally just made me miss my college roommate. She always took her unmentionable off while watching TV and I was always finding them in the couch cushions.
Why couldn’t he just leave it? Is he some sort of neat freak?
screw paris hilton.
oh, wait. someone already did.
and EVERYONE HAS SEEN IT.
what a skank.
i had a guy friend in college who freaked cause i walked out of my room in a bikini top and he thought it was a bra.
Bikini top, bra, same difference.
But how funny was that show, though??? It’s just so asinine!!
another reason I don’t own a television.