The Age of Competition

My roommate is a punk bitch, and therefore tries to catch me off-gaurd with competitions throughout the semester. The first one was a beard growing challenge, lasting as long as it took for all but one of us to shave. Next came the vegetarian challenge, for a week. I won. It's because I rule. Also, I thrive on competition. I'm the worst loser I know, and that transcends to all things I do. Games, girls, you name it. The beard competition is still on, even though he shaved today. Now if I could just get this last guy to shave, I'm 2 and 0!