Seriously, the Other Half is Violence
Last year I lived with three males. This year I live with three females. Which set would you expect me to wrestle with? Which set would you expect me to get into highly illogical arguments with? If you said the girls and then the boys respectively you win! That’s right I wrestled and pillow fought (no pajamas, fully clothed) with my room mates this evening. To the point where Ashley even moved the glass table out of the way to give us a bigger arena.
Last year, while the Hippie and I did frequently spar in the hallway (which was awesome), I typically argued about beer powered rockets and whether orange juice is a food. I love my room mates of yester year and I love my room mates of present. Now if only I had filmed what occurred this evening . . .