I just found all my old pictures from college and now I might end up sharing way too many stories from the good ol' days

I had great roommates in college. Nothing like that whole Roommate movie that just came out where the girl goes all bat crap crazy and wants to become her roommate and then kills people who get in the way of their friendship and then steal identities.

No. Nothing like that.

My roommates were awesome. Wonderful. Fantastic. Lovely.

I got into and out of more trouble than Mindilicous really wants to know with them. Also, because I just broke out my old computer and got my old pictures off of it, I recently realized that I took some of the worst pictures EVER with them. Why didn't someone tell me that my "what the hell' look isn't a flattering one? Thanks a lot, friends.

Anyway.

One of the albums that I came upon was a little album called, "Funny Crap." So of course with a creative name like that I was compelled to open the album and see what goodies were inside. When I did so, I was photographically reminded about this....

My roommate Emily (tell me that didn't get confusing at times) had a thing for germs. Like she's not crazy about it. But she's a fan of the sanitizer and keeping things out of compromising places. Knowing about this full well, my other roommate KLar and I decided to have a little fun.

So what did we go. We took her name tag for work and documented the places it visited...

The toilet. A good place to start. At this point I think it's important to mention that the housing we lived in allowed us to have our own bathroom. That means that it was our responsibility to clean it. No student housekeeping for us. I don't think any of us splurged for a toilet brush that year. Between the beer and spicy pickles, there just wasn't enough left over.

Next stop, the shower floor mat. Just like the toilet, cleaning this was our responsibility. Four girls. One shower. All of us with hair significantly past our shoulders. Sick.

And of course a stop in our pants was necessary. Nothing like a little denim loving. Also important to note that since quarters were in hot demand, we often wore our jeans for a week at a time.

What's left to do but burn it at this point, right? Take that name tag!

I think once the name tag had made sufficient stops we emailed the pictures to Emily (who was probably wearing the name tag at the time) with a note attached. If I recall it said something along the lines of, 'at least you can still sanitize it."

Oh wait.

It's a miracle we're all stil friends.