The following is the eleventh installment in an ongoing list kept by the contributor and his roommates and friends:

151. You’re The Gap That Bridges Junctions
152. If It Weren’t For Friction, We’d All Be Dead Right Now
153. She’s Turning Into More Of A Person And Less Of A Chihuahua
154. I’m Going Skating, Except For The Skating Part
155. I Like Being The Roommate That You Pretend To Be
156. You’re Always Throwing Salsa At The Lightbulbs
157. I’m Gonna Die From Both Ends
158. Those Look Like The Balloons We Gave My Dad When He Turned 60
159. She Crochets Leper Bandages
160. I Keep Passin’ the Green Llama-Filled Truck
161. Walking Through Fecal Matter
162. I Wasn’t Pulling Out A Baby, I Was Just Looking Ahead
163. The Future Of Did Is Will
164. 5:44 Isn’t Nine Minutes After Anything
165. However You Harass Robotically