I went to University of Windsor and my roommate was quite the puck bunny in the 90s. She was a wild child (always with one NHL player or another, usually no names) and let's just say she made some serious noise while entertaining her various guests. One night she was particularly loud and I was really getting upset because I had to work the next morning and I had three classes at the U after work. All night long I hear 'Oh Bobbie, Oh Bobbie' and I didn't know who the heck she had in there. All I know is she was up for a good three/four hours. They finally stopped and I got up at 7am and turned on the coffee pot. I got in the shower and walked out with a towel wrapped around me (thinking that her and her company were passed out after such a long night), and walked through the kitchen to see Bob Probert sitting at the kitchen table in his boxer shorts. He was sitting there mostly naked, he had scratch marks on his shoulders, hickeys on his neck, and a pair of underwear on- like he owned the place. He drank my whole put of coffee and he asked me if I had a light for his cigarette. It really took me by surprise, and in the full two minutes it took me to register who he was, I dropped my towel which was hanging half on my body and he was just looking at me half naked. He goes 'Umm.. you might want to pick that up' so like an idiot I bent over to look at what I dropped. He got quite the show, he started laughing hysterically and I ran back to my room dying of embarrassment. When I got home that night, he was still there and made a habit of 'stopping by' regularly for awhile. I moved out with some new girls about three weeks later.
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