Here's my front door. It's PVC with gold painted fittings that have been chipped away from where myself and failed theives have tried using a coat hanger through the letter box to get in.
This is my living room, which unlike most people on cribs, we do actually live in. You got the LCD HDTV joint which is bigger than your TV. Trust.
A picture that makes you want to say ''we drink till we dow it up''.
The dinning room. My mum thought getting a smaller dinning table would be a nice way to drop a hint but she'll die before I move out.
This is where my mum makes me dinner.
This is why I eat out.
Here's the upstairs balcony. We did it all custom. Not because we are creative but because we needed the money for the TV.
My mums room with the mini plasma joint.
This is where I shit.
This is where I piss.
Looks Ikea don't it? It's actually an argos flat pack bed cut up with some old floor boards. Ya boy got skills.
The plus side to buying shit is having a proud display. The down side is people thinking it's a shop. It's not.
That's where the magic would happen if it was tidied up and my brother didn't sleep in the same room. True story.
As a result this is actually were the magic happens. Free6.com. Ya dun kno, wat?