"Hell no!" I respond trying to stop myself from puking.

This story is one that would unfortunately sicken me for the rest of my college experience.
There was a young man in my dorm named Josh, who had red hair, so we called him Red. Red was pretty cool. Our freshmen year, Red had a roommate whom I'll call Philly. Philly didn't appear to be the type who stood out too much. He had a lot of friends, was extremely popular, and there was never any reason to think that he would do what he did.

I had a job making $5.45 per hour (big bucks) working at Dominoes Pizza. The only advantage was that I was able to get free pizza whenever I wanted. This particular Saturday Night, some friends of mine and I (Red, Luke, Spade, and Ro) were bored out of our minds. We had already drank mad dogg, downed 5 cans of bud light each, and went party hunting. When that was futile, we decided to go back to the dorm and call it a night.

On the way back to the dorm, we picked up this Blockbuster Movie ( I forget the title) but anything is funny when you're drunk. We went back to the dorm and began watching the movie. A few minutes later, in my drunkenness, I realized that I got free pizzas at work. So, I called Dana (my manager) and asked for 5 free pizzas. Since I came in on days off when she needed me and often called to see if she needed extra help, she didn't mind.

So, we leave the movie in the VCR and go get the Pizzas. Mine was the works, with bell peppers, sausage, pepperoni, and ground beef. Everyone else gets pepperoni.

Fastforward. We get back to the room and we offer Philly, Red's roommate a piece of pizza since he's there. He says no thanks and is obviously uncomfortable. After us asking him if he's ok, he looks at us, says he is and leaves quickly.

We continue to eat pizza and down another beer, after which we cut back on the movie.

But WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The movie in the VCR is not our movie, it is a gay porno, with two men basically going at it. Red immediately runs out the room and starts calling after Philly who is nowhere to be found. I excuse myself for a second (I have an extremely weak stomach which was full of beer, mad dogg, and pizza) and it was obvious as I puked in the hallway trashcan for at least 3 minutes straight.

But the funniest part I think was Spade's reaction. He comes running to me and calling to me, "Dude, you ok?"

"Hell no!" I respond trying to stop myself from puking.

"Well, can I have your pizza?" he asks with a smirk. I gave him that look like get the h*** outta my face. But he was persistent about getting my pizza since I was so sick.

I didn't care if he ate it because I was unable to eat, or drink for the rest of the night and my buzz was completely ruined. Philly did apologize to us the next day. He swears that he thought we knew he was gay, but there was no way of telling.

And really, I have never had a problem with gay people, I say to each his own. But, when it comes to being that out in the open, that's sick. If that is his preference fine, but he must be respectful to other people who are living in the same space with him.

To this day, Spade and Ro, and Luke call me "Pukey". And everytime we talk even now (8 years later) they bring that up. Red even said that when I get married this year he's gonna tell that at the reception.

Even though that was 8 years ago, the thought of what Philly did still makes me sick to my stomach. I told Red to wait until after I was through eating to tell that story.