World's Worst Tenants

When people hear about my internship for the last few months and that Melissa isn't living with me during the week, they almost always ask the same question: What's it like living with single guys again?
Disgusting.
Was my apartment as gross as this? Were me and past roommates as lame as current roommates?

I thought about posting pictures to let others see how gross some of the conditions are - but I figure there's no reason to make others sick (kind of me, eh?) Now I've done some pretty weird things in the past as well, but usually there was a dare or cash involved.
Most recent things that have amazed me:

Going to bed after cleaning the kitchen, and waking up to a filthy kitchen with dried Ramen everywhere. What'd they do, have a Ramen Noodle party?
Pop everywhere (that's right, I said pop... not soda). Are they experimenting by replacing their blood with Mtn Dew? One of them told me that he goes through 2-3 12-packs within a half week or so.
Seen them leave pizza in a box for days, before they reheat it for dinner...again.
Just tonight I saw hot pocket wrappers in the trash next to the toilet. Who eats hot pockets in the bathroom... And there were 2 wrappers. So I can only assume they were kicking back on the porcelain while eating. New meaning for "food to go."

Melissa just recommended a show to me called "World's Worst Tenants." It's about a team of eviction specialists that do the management's dirty work for difficult tenants. The lead character is an overcompensating, muscly, ex-marine with a temper and a lifted SUV. I've thought about what would happen if he came in contact with my roommates... But he'd probably end up breaking them within a few minutes as my gamer roommates have no subcutaneous fat on them. He could probably break me as well, but I like to think that my fluff helps pad me from being injured as quickly.

Well thankfully I have only a month left! Woohoo!

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