Had a roommate that was this pig farmer kid from West Virginia. He was also a fundie who listened to Xtian rock in the room alot. He wasn’t a bad guy, but he was socially retarded. He would go around the room tapping on shit while this Xtian rock played and he thought it was cool. It was very annoying, but you didn’t want to be mean and hurt his feelings. He thought he was really rocking out. He had a washcloth that he hung in his bunk that was odd. And his mom literally carried a Bible with her in the crook of her arm at all times. My friend and I witnessed this on move in day.
One time early on my some friends and I came over to drink and play cards in my friend’s room. The roommate didn’t ask us not to drink or play cards (both were probably a no no to him) or anything. If he had, we would have went to another room. He just left and rented a hotel room. Apparently on the walk to the hotel room, he discovered porn because came back with a few mags the next day. Not even Playboy. More like the really nastyass ones with names describing specific acts that you’d find on the rack in a dumpy party store.
He had the sexual maturity of about a nine year old. And lots of questions for my friend too. One day he popped his head up into my sleeping friend’s top bunk and asked him what he would do if he woke up and “some girl wuz suckin on it?”
Not a bad guy, but not exactly what you’re hoping for in a college roommate when you have to go into the dorms blind. They were tripled, in that room so eventually the roommate moved out later in the term.