Monday, July 26, 2010
Bella, dan's yippie blue heeler! She bites faces!
Cicadas. The new stinkbugs. They don't smell as bad, but they sound like the way the 1997 horror/scifi film Event Horizon makes you feel.
Why are they everywhere? Why do they never stop making the horrible noise they make? I ask the same thing about every 1994 chevy caprice that has to floor it up and down broad street. 68% of vehicles in Pittsburgh are equipped with a shot exhaust, but a 5300 dollar sound system. At least they can't help it. Stupid cicadas. Infinite Space, Infinite Terror. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119081/
The Steve room.
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Yes, that is the same bandanna Steve puts over his face bandit style to stave off the numerous carcinogens he inhales every night, morning, and most of the day on the dirty leather couch. That is going to be one happy Steve when he can finally call the Steve room home. I really don't know where he is going to put all those fucking mattresses though.
So just who are these crazy crackers living in this old crackhouse?
Next we have Cassie, the resident girl. She enjoys cooking, cleaning, shopping, barbies, the color pink, and yelling at everyone for smoking and drinking too much; especially Steve.
Third there is Tom, the resident sweaty fat guy who never wears a shirt. I mean, we know it is hot outside, and appx 17x hotter inside, but come on
Sunday, July 25, 2010
What do you mean they won't deliver pizza to Garfield? Oh yeah....the robberies.
For Cassie however, this is where magic happens. It is downright awe inspiring some of the delicious meals, smoothies, and combinations thereof which she concocts within these semi-insulated walls.
Man, I'm real hungry...
The chandelier does however set the mood for a romantic evening...or, well, it would if it were wired.
Choosing a color for your dining room is never easy, and some say it can be a reflection on the owner's dining habits. This color really says "Holy shit I'm high on crack."
To the right there is a bathroom behind all 76 of Steve's mattresses. Well, it is not a bathroom as much as it a tiny hole with a toilet and sink. The toilet does work though! But it leaks so you have to shut the water off....and the sink's drain just has bucket under it. It sure as hell is a step up from a Pittsburgh potty though.
You can gauge a living room's progress by the evolution of its ash tray:
Take a load off on the big dirty leather couch, but if it is between the hours of 6am and 4pm watch out, because odds are Steve is asleep on it.
The single window allows an abundant amount of light and ghetto ass thumping jams to pour in, while the boarded up one keeps up with neighborhood's indigenous roots.
Be sure to cover your drink if you are watching cspan or poker, because if someone or something moves upstairs, dust and crack residue will fall through the floorboards into your delicious pbr or fruit smoothie.
You'll also notice where alex & co. fixed the floor. Great Job!
Oh Hi Marc, come on in. Could you lock the door? No, and the deadbolt. Yeah both.
To whoever has crackhouse.blogspot.com and others like it...
Bottom line, your crackhouse sucks. This crackhouse is the definitive crackhouse. Represent.
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