Living with a male

My name is Bryn and I'm a 21 year-old college student at Clemson University. I live in a four bed room apartment with two girls and a male. So this last Thursday my roommate gets back to the apartment really late. He comes in high as a kite and giggling like a school girl in a porn shop. I offer him some of the delicious chicken tetrazzini my friends and I had made earlier in the day. After satisfying his roaring case of the munchies he plays with my adorable and loving dog PD (pretty dog). He starts a conversation with her and tells her, "PD, your mom's a bitch". I look at him like wtf?!!?!?! I just fed you whore!!! He giggles and responds in a whisper as he covers my dogs ears, "Her real mom". Yes that's right, my roommate didn't want my dog to know that she's in fact not my blood and is adopted. He then proceeds to name all the dogs we know and remark in an astonished voice how all of their moms are bitches. A++

Now as entertaining as that sounds there are other really great reasons to have a male roommate. I've been very lucky and I love my male roommate to death. He's really protective of all of us. Just last Sunday we had a huge storm. I mean I had to go to the basement of the Brooks Center while I was there two hours before this event for twenty minutes because a tornado had touched down. My friend and I were going out to smoke on my porch. I'm going to tell you now that I'm not the brightest bulb in the bunch. I planted my rather large ass right in one of the deck chairs not being smart enough to check and notice that it was full of water. So I ended up splashed a ridiculous amount of freezing cold water all over myself. Like all normal girls I let out an embarrassingly high pitched scream. My roommate Aaron, the protector, ran out of his room to help. It didn't matter that I'm just a dumb ass. He was there to help me :)

That is why ladies, it is awesome to have a really cool dude roommate!