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I lived above a bar that rented rooms individually my senior year of college, so I had basically no say in who I lived with. The only dude who lived there when I moved in was a cool dude, but the others were loving awful. The worst was this alcoholic guy in his 50's named Bob. One morning I'm getting ready for class and making breakfast when I notice Bob sitting in the living room watching TV. The TV's at an angle so I don't see what he's watching, but I don't think to much of it. A few minutes later I go into the living room, and the guys watching some porn from what I think was the mid 90's. Yep, an old drunk is jackin it in the living room. What a wonderful way to stay the day. I quietly leave and try not to think about it to much. When I get home later that day, there's Bob in the living room, thankfully not masturbating this time. He starts talking to me, and eventually asks me if I want to borrow his porno tape, which I can only assume is the same one he was wanking to earlier that day. Thankfully he got evicted after four months, but it felt like an eternity the entire time he lived there.
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# ? May 6, 2015 02:36 |
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