Humiliation: Part One

After winning last night's challenge, it was decided that in the spirit of juvenile competition the loser should suffer some sort of consequence.

However, making Kris scream like an bullied child doesn't just come with trophies and an irrepressible feeling of self-worth. It also comes with responsibility, the responsibility of devising a suitable humiliation.

So, Mr. and Mrs. Internet, behold Kris' purse collection. All of them the same, all of them ugly, all of them inappropriate accessories for a fellow of 29.



We can only hope there's enough storage space between them to make room for all his tears.

CHALLENGE No. 1: Hand-to-hand Combat

For this inaugural roommate challenge something grand was in order, a competition worthy of testing our fine knowledge of art, sport and procrastination. So, naturally, we thumb wrestled.

To the casual observer such a pair of competitors would appear unfairly matched. What sort of unchivalrous lunk would think it sporting to face a slip of lady (with exceptionally weak wrists, no less) in bare-handed combat? That lunk would be Kris. Clearly, he keeps his man-parts safely tucked away in that "satchel" of his.

But enough talk, let the games begin!

The Dovercontestants

Two bedrooms, two baths, two snarky roommates. And five months into their 12-month lease on a musty Way-Queen-West apartment, the thin veneer of "friendship" and "basic hygiene" has disappeared.

From this poorly decorated bubbling cauldron of squalor and contempt only one will emerge victorious.

And to make good on this statement, these roommates will endure weekly challenges proving their skill and wit.

Let's meet our contestants:

Leah: Whip-smart and invariably smelling of delicious cupcakes, she's the odds-on favourite for all future competitions.

Kris: Enjoys eating perogies and imitating motorcycles. He also owns a purse.