It’s the final Friday before Back To School, and we’ve got one last school memory. This morning, we reminisced about our worst college roommates ever.
In college, Julie shared a room with a girl named Shannon DiAttitigo. Their dorm room had bunk beds, and Julie occupied the top bunk. Shannon’s college boyfriend Paris would sometimes “stay the night,” and Julie would be in for a roller coaster ride. If she even made a comment, Shannon would scream, “YOU SHUT UP! NOTHING IS GOING ON DOWN HERE!” She was really mean about it and in complete denial about the nocturnal activities happening on the bottom bunk.
Tony can’t throw his college roommate and former college baseball teammate under the bus as he still lives in the Metroplex, but his worst roommate had the smelliest feet ever. He was great the first day, but on day 2, Tony was wondering what died in the dorm. The stench couldn’t be confined to just the roommate’s bedroom. Oh no, it would linger in the hallway. Tony also got stuck sharing a room with Sir Smelly Feet on road trips during away games, and he would try to bury the offensive smelling socks under whatever he could to lessen the smell. Fortunately for Tony, that only lasted one semester.