Last OTP post
The newest metamorphosis brings an end for OneTenPercent and a beginning for AbrasiveDave. But now one last post here, for good measure.
Awhile ago, Nikki was here while the roommates were out pledging for their shitty frat (which they just quit before crossing, the schmucks). Now, we play video games sometimes, but the deal with this TV is that there's no input button on the TV -- only on the remote. We turn on the TV to watch a show, but the input is on -- and the remote is gone from its usual spot on top Mozart's desk, so all we get is a fucking black screen (almost as bad as a black roommate). I tell Nikki to check Mozart's drawer -- and there it is. We turn the input off and go about watching TV. Nikki speculates that Mozart turned on the input and hid the remote so that we couldn't watch TV, but I told her that was stupid. Then, Wednesday rolls around, and Nikki and I are preparing to get stoned to watch South Park -- when we realize the same deal has occurred, except that the remote isn't in the fucking drawer. We ransack the room looking for the remote, and find hidden in Mozart's underwear drawer. Nikki was fucking right. This time we made sure to turn the input back off and put the remote back, so Mozart's none the wiser... but the point is... what kind of fucking roommate hides the remote to the TV that's on MY DESK when he's not even HOME to watch the fucking thing?
Awhile ago, Nikki was here while the roommates were out pledging for their shitty frat (which they just quit before crossing, the schmucks). Now, we play video games sometimes, but the deal with this TV is that there's no input button on the TV -- only on the remote. We turn on the TV to watch a show, but the input is on -- and the remote is gone from its usual spot on top Mozart's desk, so all we get is a fucking black screen (almost as bad as a black roommate). I tell Nikki to check Mozart's drawer -- and there it is. We turn the input off and go about watching TV. Nikki speculates that Mozart turned on the input and hid the remote so that we couldn't watch TV, but I told her that was stupid. Then, Wednesday rolls around, and Nikki and I are preparing to get stoned to watch South Park -- when we realize the same deal has occurred, except that the remote isn't in the fucking drawer. We ransack the room looking for the remote, and find hidden in Mozart's underwear drawer. Nikki was fucking right. This time we made sure to turn the input back off and put the remote back, so Mozart's none the wiser... but the point is... what kind of fucking roommate hides the remote to the TV that's on MY DESK when he's not even HOME to watch the fucking thing?