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One of Earnest's suitemates was a very good friend of mine. This guy - let's call him Randy - never did anything wrong. He was a squeaky clean future politician, but he still somehow managed to be fun. I spent most of one school year on the foot of his bed, playing Super Nintendo. Maybe my standards were low.

One unusual thing about Randy is that he had a long distance girlfriend. This girl was his date to the junior prom, and stuck with him through four years away at college while she went to the Big U in their home state.

Every year, she'd come to visit during her spring break and clean Randy's entire room, including washing and ironing all of his laundry.

I kid you not. I liked the girlfriend just fine (well, eventually) but I thought this was a little weird. I also happened to know that their relationship was . . . er, uh . . . they weren't doing the nasty.

I liked to help my buddy Randy prepare for his girlfriend's visits. Like one year, when he went to the airport to pick her up, I decorated his bedroom.

I draped lingerie around his suite, especially in his room. And I'm not talking about plain cotton panties. I put condoms under his pillow and porn peeking out from under his mattress. Bras shoved under furniture where she'd find them when she dusted and strip poker cards (illustrated!) placed hither and yon - I had a blast.

I thought I was really really funny. I can't believe she asked me to be a bridesmaid at their wedding; she's definitely a better woman than I.

I never got those poker cards back, either.