]]>

« Home | See What I Mean? » | International Man of Love » | If You See My Shit, Send Me Some Of My Clothing » | They Have Starbucks. I Can Breathe Again » | Fingerbang Me Once, Shame On You. Fingerbang Me T... » | What Would Michael Scott Do? » | Ebay, You Can't Touch This » | It Was Like Naples, FL Was On Vacation » | It's Not Your Personality, It's Your Back Fat » | Divorce Letter »

It`s Like Living On The Streets, Only The Streets Have Walls, High Ceilings, a Kitchen and a Bathtub


Here we have a very cute girl out walking her dog. Also, the building in the backgound is our home.


This is our living room. Instead of windows, they have these "French Doors." Ghetto.


From the living room to the dining room. Where, if I had a chamber maid, would serve me dinner.


Bathroom #1, where I would soak my bones after a long day of doing stuff. Now, it just acts as a clothes line.


Bathroom #2. Where wall jets can simultaneously rinse my jewels and my cave of the winds.


Leaving the bathrooms and walking past the kitchen and then wherever.


There`s the kitchen. A place for the future chamber maid to "do her thing."


Oh yeah, walking to the bar. Which is much easier than walking home from the bar.