Ya walk up to the door to be greeted by the back end of a bike you need to manouver past, the floor looked like it hadn't been vaccumned in months with dog hair everywhere, ya had to push shit aside on the dining room table to place anything down, there were empty cans and old papers, bike parts and all sorts of shit everywhere !
To get from the dining room to the kitchen ya have to squeeze past the bike cause there aint no point doing a three point turn to put it against a wall, as it will prob. be ridden tomorrow, the dishes were stacked up on the sink bench a mile high and when ya go to the bathroom there's one washing machine in an appropriate place in the laundry, full of clothes (pooo smelly socks) and a broken machine shoved into a corner of the bathroom next to the shower, that looks like it never gets a clean unless ya were to fall over and slide down the wall, the shitter must have a dozen empty bog rolls lying all over the floor.
Opened the fridge to grab a bourbon and inside was, yes, a box of bourbon, a dog roll, some cat food, half a pound of butter and a jar of olives, oh and an assortment of half used sauses !
The lounge has what looks to be several different pairs of shoes lying in various spots throughout, from riding boots and gumboots to dress boots and a couple pairs of smelly sneakers . A bed ! Yes a bed, unmade, with a dog stretched out accros the pillows and a bloody great set of stocks for a headboard, i mean who does that ? Another bike parked against a wall that's being used as a clothes horse for several pairs of jeans and other shit, your usual tv pc stereo with more empty cans stacked up on the pc desk !
Fuck i love living alone !
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Originally Posted by psycho22
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