Yet another casualty of the shitty economy:
No more sexy bachelor pads like this. No more swanky rotating beds, fully stocked bars, sexy chrome fixtures and love-makin' tunes blaring from the hi-fi.
These days, it's a cheap futon, a DIY entertainment center from Target (with one nail rammed too far in, causing the particle board to burst) sports posters on the walls and last week's Chinese takeout and two beers in the fridge.
It's a wonder anyone gets laid at all.
1 comment:
I take it you're not impressed with my Spuds Mckenzie posters either?
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