Dang Virgil, we lived right by each other. I lived 2 doors down from Roosevelt Tate and Kevin Dockery during the first semester. I don't think I heard Dock say anything either, but he would play his music so freakin loud in the mornings. Tate seemed like he would just roam the halls lookin for someone to talk to. He would also stop by and bum milk all the time.
The most interesting player on the floor, though, was Justin Tyler. His roommate was Blake Pettit. Justin would bring different girls to the room all the time and climb up in the top bunk. Nevermind that Blake was on the bottom bunk a lot of the time. Some guys were hangin out at around midnight one night when Blake came in and said that Justin had left a girl in the top bunk. He said that Justin climbed down and whispered to him that the girl "stunk," and then he walked out wearing only his boxers. Blake said he waited for the girl to leave for like 30 minutes before giving up and leaving the room himself. He went back to the room just before 2 a.m., and she was still there. Blake had to walk her down to the desk, and she never said a word.
On another night, Justin knocked on our door pretty late. I opened the door to find him standing there naked. He asked how much money I'd give him if rode the elevator naked until someone else got on. I told him nothing. He did it anyway, but I don't think he had any other takers.