This was the late 90's. My roommates did target practice on my Mystikal CD because they hated it. They didn't fess up to it.
One hungover Saturday morning my roommate was doing scratch offs. He bought $10 every Saturday morning. He won $500. Told us he won it and asked us what we wanted to do. We said throw a free kegger. We did. That night some dude pisses in our sink all over our dishes. We pull him to the side and take him to the bathroom. We ask him if he had paid for the keg. He is worried about getting all hell unleashed on him so asks us how much was the keg. We ask how much he has. He opens his wallet with $80. My roommate (the $500 winner) says the keg costs $80 and takes it. Dude realizing he has just been robbed starts to complain. My other roommate punches him and kicks him out.
Me and the lottery winner later steal fountain dye from a miniature golf course and dye the schools fountain. It makes the front page of the newspaper. The next day I'm smoking on a buildings stairs and overhear some sorority bitch talking about the fountain dye and the guy she's dating did it with his fraternity brothers as a prank.
Endless stories. More even more scandalous than these.
The lottery winner drops out of college and ends up blaming us for it because of the partying. I end up running out of money and have to go home to a commuter college. The other roommate rides scholarships and gets straight "A"s and graduated in the top of our class.
About 2 months ago my ex roommate enters an on ramp on his motorcycle. He hits a patch of rocks and is run down by a semi. Dead. Leaves behind 2 children under the age of 10.
I send a message to the other roommate. He never replies. Still to fucking pissed we ruined his life he can't even bring about himself to be a decent human being. I shared many great memories with both guys, but for the one I'm saying is the worse I also had great memories. Many times we had moments where we were dicks to each other, but never to the full extent of doing what he did. About 5 years before our other roommate died, I saw him at a liqueur store. He pretended he didn't even know me. Blew me off. Yes, I did some asshole things back in college, but so did he. In fact even bigger asshole things. He was a dumb piece of shit who offended everyone and being a friend to him was like giving a hand out. Never once did I ever state this to him, but to have our other roommate die and he doesn't acknowledge his existence? Fuck you Ryan. Fuck you so much. I wish I had let you get your redneck ass kicked so many times during college. You got saved by me and your roommate more often than you ever knew. When we weren't there fore you anymore your life tanked.
I'm still alive and reflecting on this; I'll no longer take the high road in describing you. You were a dumb fucking cunt redneck and deserved lot in life.