My roommate of 3.5 years moved out this past weekend.
You may remember him from such debates as "Would you do Queen Latifah?" and "Serena Williams is hot".
But he is most famous in these parts for Curious George.
For those of you who are too lazy to click that link - I feel you. I barely had the energy to put it up there. But I don't want you to be lost so here is a synopsis.
The roommate and I somehow became owners of a small Curious George doll about 2.5 years ago. We took it upon ourselves to start hiding it in various places throughout our apartment trying to surprise the other one. One day it would be hanging from the shower head, the next it would be stuffed inside a guitar and, one of my personal favorites, strategically hung inside the toilet bowl with some sort of wire contraption (his work, not mine).
The height of Curious George's reign came when he committed suicide at the apartment.
But, like any super creepy doll, he made his comeback - this time at my new house when he was placed inside a lamp. Fortunately this reign was ended when I failed to notice George placed inside of said lamp and his ass melted to the lamp. The entire upstairs smelled like monkey ass and melted plastic for a week. Made me rethink getting my own monkey as a pet.
So as the roommate came over to get his last few things left at the house last night, he told me a little surprise. Curious George is back - somewhere in my house - waiting to be found.
The tradition continues.
But I still wouldn't do Queen Latifah.