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Awhile back I made a few posts detailing some of my experiences with my, now former, roommate. Over the weekend, I had an experience with poopie(my roommates self given nickname), and I thought I would add another chapter to this ongoing saga. Now, I moved out about a month and a half ago and up until friday, havent talked to him since I left other than to settle up a couple of bills.
Our story starts with our hero needing a bag of buds to work on a music project. Even though poopie is a complete trainwreck, he still finds some way to get the most unbelievable buds. I hadnt puffed in a while and had some music to work on, so I gave him a call. Fortunately, he had some in stock, so I made arraingements to stop by his house later that evening. He said his girlfriend was out and he wanted to hang out for a bit. I said great and told him I would be there around 10. Truth of it is, I did not want to hang out, as either, A. his girlfriend would be there and I would probably be witness to a domestic or B. He would want to smoke until we passed out...neither of these options were too appealing to me.
I show up at poopies house at 10 and as luck would have it, the girlfriend was not home. Things were already starting to looking up. I walk in the door and smell that sweet sweet aroma of super dank. Now, keep in mind, poopie has been a friend of mine for a long time, so naturally, in not talking for a month or so, he wanted to "catch up". We start shooting the shit, and his phone rings...he's like "It's my girlfriend" and doesnt answer it. Two minutes later, phone rings again..."I dont want to talk to her right now"...and presumably hits a button on the phone to silence the call.
He starts saying that "she really needs to get on meds, man...she's up, she's down, and really...I think she's crazy. But, I'll tell you what...I came home the other day and she was in a really good mood...We went up to the bedroom and she put on these glasses and these knee high stockings...man she looked like a hot librarian." He then goes into very graphic detail of this sexscapade...very, very, detailed...in fact, kinda creepy detail if you ask me...
So, he gets done with the story and looks at his phone with a really strange look on his face, pauses, and then holds the phone up to his ear..."hello?" he says with a quiver in his voice. He slowly puts the phone down. I said "whats up?"
"She heard that entire conversation....and she's pissed"
It turns out that when he went to silence the phone, like the true stoner he is, he actually hit talk. She heard it all, from the crazy and should be on meds part, to taking a pop shot in the face part.
So what does poopie do? He calls her back of course!!
She finally answers the phone and now the fight is on. He starts backpedalling immediately, but soon realizes he has zero outs. So, naturally, he turns the tables and he starts quizzing her about where she is and then starts screaming at her that she lied to him about where she was going...I took that as my cue to leave. As I walked out and shut the door behind me, all I heard was "Whats the big deal? He KNOWS we have sex...." -
I missed the first parts of your stories, but thats good. That guy is a moron. I am always scared that my phone is goin to be on in my pocket when i'm talkin about someone... but I don't think its ever really happend to me.
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after the EPIC room mate story this is nothing
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haha thats pretty funny and would suck if it happened to me. nice one.
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i didnt think that guy could get any dumber.
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Exactly the reason I'll only use a flip-phone.










