my roommate doesn't know what to do with me

In the kitchen two days ago, this happened:

Me: Look at the underoos Kristine stole for me!
Liz: Stole?
Me: *unzips pants to expose girl boxers*
Liz: *awkward*
Me: Aren't they CUTE?
Liz: I don't know if it's worse to look and say they're nice or to look away.


Yesterday, this happened:

Kristine and me: Play [Burning Bridges] again!
Liz:
Me: Play it, or I'll take off my clothes. Usually it works the other way.
Liz: I wish I could get girls to take off their clothes for me by playing guitar.
Me: *takes off pants, drops them on floor*
Liz:
Me: Play it, or I'll take off my shirt, too! Am I wearing a bra?
Kristine: I don't think so.
Me: *takes off shirt*
Liz: I'm telling your girlfriend.
Me: Do it.
Liz: *calls Bri* *talks with Bri* She says she would never tell you to put on clothes.
Me: *smiles triumphantly*