All Good Things Must Come to An End
Having a male roommate is sort of a 24-hour-a-day “Enter at your own risk” type of situation. On any given day, you never know if you’re going to open the fridge and find six-month-old milk growing a new species of antibiotics, head into the bathroom to find the toilet seat up and/or his pants down, or be sitting innocently on the couch and have him fly across the room … » Read More