We all have horror stories about college roommates. There is the guy who never washes a single fork, the girl who blasts EDM at 3 AM on a Tuesday, and the person who “borrows” your almond milk until the carton is empty. These are the standard annoyances of cohabitation that we all eventually laugh about. But every once in a while, a roommate story drops on the internet that is so visceral, so nauseating, and so deeply unhinged that it makes you want to live alone in a yurt for the rest of your life. One university student on Reddit is currently living this nightmare, and it involves a bulletin board, some Supreme stickers, and a collection of latex souvenirs that belong in a biohazard bin, not a living room.
The OP (Original Poster) shares an apartment with three friends. Generally, things are fine, except for one roommate, referred to as “DB.” DB has decided that the best way to decorate their shared living space is not with movie posters or fairy lights, but with a visual representation of his s*x life. He maintains a “body count” board where he pins his used condoms to a corkboard. Yes, you read that correctly. He pins the actual wrappers? No. The actual condoms.
Now, before you completely lose your lunch, DB would like you to know that he is a gentleman about it. He claims he washes, cleans, and dries the condoms before pinning them up like dead butterflies in a science museum. This somehow makes it worse. The amount of time and care going into preserving these things suggests a level of dedication that should be reserved for literally anything else. The board is also decorated with Supreme stickers, because nothing says “I am a chaotic frat boy” quite like mixing high-end streetwear branding with used prophylactics.
The OP has asked DB a million times to take this monstrosity down or at least move it into his own bedroom. It is a reasonable request. Most people do not want to stare at their roommate’s s*xual history while eating a bowl of cereal. DB, however, thinks it is “cool” or “funny” and refuses to budge. He leaves it in the main living area, forcing everyone—and their guests—to acknowledge his conquests. It is an eyesore, a health concern (mentally, if not physically), and just plain weird.
The tension finally snapped when the OP managed to secure a date. A girl he had been talking to asked to come over to study and watch a movie. The OP was, in his words, “super duper f*ckin excited” because this doesn’t happen often for him. Knowing that a wall of washed condoms is the ultimate mood k!ller, he did the smart thing: he hid the board and cleaned the apartment before leaving for class. He was trying to curate a vibe that didn’t scream “serial k!ller in training.”
However, the universe—and DB—had other plans. Later that night, the girl arrived. The OP stepped away for a moment to wash his hands (ironically, the only person in this house concerned with actual hygiene), and the girl wandered around the dorm. When the OP returned, the board was back on the wall. DB had apparently fished it out of hiding and re-hung it, ensuring the date would get a front-row seat to the Supreme Condom Collection.
The poor girl was staring at the board, looking visibly uncomfortable. When asked what it was, the OP choked. He turned bright red and had to explain that his roommate washes and pins used condoms to a board for clout. Unsurprisingly, the study date did not transition into a movie night. She left, because who wouldn’t? The vibe wasn’t just k!lled; it was buried in a shallow grave.
Fueled by humiliation and rage, the OP did what any of us would fantasize about doing. He took the board down, smashed it into small pieces, and threw it into the dumpster behind the building. When DB asked where his masterpiece went, the OP told him the truth. Now, he feels a little bad for destroying property, but let’s be honest: that board was an act of aggression against anyone with eyes.
So, is the OP the ahole? absolutely not. There are boundaries in shared living spaces, and displaying bodily fluids—washed or not—crosses a line that shouldn’t even need to be drawn. DB’s “art project” was a form of non-consensual exposure for anyone entering that apartment. The fact that he put it back up after the OP hid it suggests he wanted the date to see it, which is a level of sabotage that deserves a dumpster finale.
What would you do if you walked into a date’s house and saw a wall of used condoms? Would you ask questions, or would you just run for the hills? Let us know in the comments if you think the OP should have burned it instead of just smashing it!