Gail and Mike have fallen upon financial hardship within their first year of marriage. In order to come up with the surmounting rent, Mike and Gail come to terms with needing to fill the third bedroom in their house in Van Nuys. After a networking event, a drunk Mike and Gail come home to find themselves locked out of their house with a sock on the front door. The night ensues with the two of them drunkenly trying to break into their own home, only to spend the night in the front yard. This room mate obviously won't work out. Neither did the second, or the third...even the fourth. They never ever do. Why can't they just find a normal room mate? Its hilarious, real, and all too relatable for anyone making their way in the Greater Los Angeles area.