One of the advantages to off-campus living is that apartments come equipped with refrigerators larger than 30 inches. And while there are the obvious benefits (holds more beer and leftover pizza) there are the less obvious, and more hilarious benefits. My fridge is adorned with those clever little magnetized poetry pieces (the pick-up line and college packs). My roommate and I decided it would be a fun little experiment to see just what would be left on this blank canvas if we could just get people started. Here’s what we found Monday morning:
I understand you are in a sorority.
Not to be mean, but you are not a good kisser.
Come on, you were never my man.
I’m sorry professor; I thought that was a Braille nametag.
Is it hot if I told you you had, like, the best looking roommate?
Do you smell my big, long, naked piece of heaven?
Would you say you were a hottie? Because you’re looking dumb to me.
Would you be with the easy sister?
Blow on it boy.
Can I get lost in here or can I cram your body?
I’m the good sex guy.
Tequila goddess must be a keg donor.
I inhale because you haven’t told me your sign.
We look good-marry me big woman.
Jock’s bust at first sight.
Hey, nice shirt but I may like you out of it.
I want whipped cream up your gigantic bust.
Should I be wearing your clothes in here?
You must get loud after you hold it against me.
Can I get directions to her dorm?
He put tequila around my bed.
What’s a nice girl like you doing in astronaut pants?
After examining the post-weekend slogans posted on my fridge, all I can really say is that whoever said creativity starts outside the classroom must have been well-equipped with magnetic poetry and drunken roommates.
One of the advantages to off-campus living is that apartments come equipped with refrigerators larger than 30 inches. And while there are the obvious benefits (holds more beer and leftover pizza) there are the less obvious, and more hilarious benefits. My fridge is adorned with those clever little magnetized poetry pieces (the pick-up line and college packs). My roommate and I decided it would be a fun little experiment to see just what would be left on this blank canvas if we could just get people started. Here’s what we found Monday morning: 
