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I wouldn't want to share living space with you. Imagine a dispute about doing dishes or taking out the trash that plays out like the how-many-million-dollar-players bet. . . .
Doesn't everyone need that crazy/intense roommate at least once in their life? You know. You wind up at some crazy party or event. "How did we even get here." Then you realize it is always DonJuan. Otherwise, you sit around waiting for new TV to drop.
I'm just sad the actual betting didn't start. Seems like someone needed to throw in "and loser shaves his head" or something.