Comments on: Over the Line

By: Dude, This One Time I Was SO DRUNK . . . : Sangria Lover

Dude, This One Time I Was SO DRUNK . . . : Sangria Lover — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 21:54:08 +0000

[...] in college, when My College Roommate and I lived over the line, Drinking Nights were a much-anticipated weekly event. Sometimes there was a theme, sometimes there [...]

By: Heather

Heather — Thu, 20 Mar 2008 23:24:00 +0000

My friends and i have a theory about this and it’s pretty damn offensive. we even came up with an acronym to explain our entire generations ideas of what’s funny. It’s called Generation RDB and I will not tell you on this blog what it means, but maybe in an email.
It’s way offensive, even moreso than our first attempt to name our gen..
That was Generation HIV as in the virus. Our theory is that we’ve always lived in a world with AIDS (and referring to South Park) we think AIDS is finally funny.
So Gen HIV might explain our generation whereas generation RDB is way way way more offensive and possibly only correlated to us. (BTW, the guy who came up with this name is known to cross the line, and upon meeting a German at a party asked if “they were still killing Jews there”). So that gives you an indication of how offensive RDB is. If you still want to know, ask away…: )

By: Lindsey

Lindsey — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 02:19:46 +0000

my junior year, the semester before i left for australia, i lived with my best college friend, Audrea. Hmmm, I have a thing for Auds I guess. Anyway, I think we lived over the line. I think Edgar and I live over the line at times too…saying things that we would never actually mean in real life, but thinking they are hilarious because they are so ridiculous. I feel like I wrote exactly what you just did, but that is just to prove I know exactly what you are talking about. Wouldn’t it be cool to have a blog called Over the Line where everyone just says random shit! Yes! That is a great idea!

By: the real real jessie but secretly kat

the real real jessie but secretly kat — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 02:07:19 +0000

i think you only worry about going over the line because you’re Polish. you damn Polish person.

or something.

By: Nic

Nic — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 18:29:19 +0000

I had two roommates in college. With one, we were totally over the line. There was no topic off limits. We used to scare her boyfriend. It’s just something we have. There’s no one else who could ever get it.

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WOW: March Madness? Try March AWESOMENESS! « Get active. Get AWESOME! — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 17:51:29 +0000

[...] with quite a strong lead thanks to her recent jaunt around China, we have Lauren (my college roommate) with a whopping 720 [...]

By: Lauren

Lauren — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 14:28:37 +0000

Daw, you were a damn good roommate too and you are SO totally who I’m referring to when I say “my college roommate” as well! DAW again!

I do miss living over the line, but a post about drinking nights could certainly do a little to cure my nostalgia. I mean, how could a tradition that caused the puke bath, the Hooters chicken wings puke sink, and that spot where Tim puked on the floor when we accidentally got drunk NOT get me all nostalgic?

I wish I were kidding…

By: Gary

Gary — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 13:15:12 +0000

Oh, and my college roommate experience was kind of intense. Good people, i was very fortunate. However, freshman year, three of us were gay and the 4th was a theater major, scratch that, Drama major. And being in NYC, everyone ever wants to come visit, so we constantly had guests (and one of my roommates had a lot of other guests, if you know what i’m sayin). So lots of in and out (that wasn’t meant to be that dirty, but a lot of that happened i think too). But all nice guys who i stayed friends with.

By: Gary

Gary — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 13:06:40 +0000

Your college roommate, Lauren, is amazing. AMAZING! I always loved coming over to your apt. Although I was frequently offended by your crossing the line so often.

By: Erin

Erin — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 01:16:46 +0000

I got stuck with an awful roommate my freshman year, and again sophomore year. By my junior year, I had convinced my dad that I was adult enough to live in my own apartment. I loved living alone in my little studio (complete with porno closet…I feel a blog post coming on). Ted was actually the first “roommate” that I enjoyed living with. I still love that we can be completely nutty together with no one to judge us. Jokes about poop are a recurring theme…