There is nothing more horrific in the world than stumbling upon a roomate that is engaging in self love. The worst part was I only went into the room to get a book and actually walked halfway through before I realized what the hell was going on. Looking up I saw some chick getting slammed onscreen and I kept hearing him muttering "Ohhh God, Ohhh God!!"as he looked at me with shame and horror. I was now in the most awkward position in the world of either A) doing a retreat out the door, and return in two minutes to knock and see if things were over. B) Continue with my mission of getting my book and get the hell out ASAP.

Its one thing to know that people fuck, play withthemselves, etc and so forth. It is quite another thing to stumble upon your roomate turning himself into a personal Six Flags Theme park complete with his own water park and safety net to catch all the spunk that will fly. So for you roomie I have to include some lyrics for ya, courtesy of a one Mr. Steven Lynch:

"Well it seems last night you caught me spanking it.
No use denying it I was really cranking it.
Dry your eyes and dont be sad, please forgive me, and wont you talk to me dad"

Finally I stole this lil tidbit from Ronfez.net, try and figure out what is wrong in the ad:

http://www.btinternet.com/~crillboy/property_morephotos.cfm.htm