To whoever has crackhouse.blogspot.com and others like it...

Your crackhouse isn't a crackhouse. The crackheads lit fires on the floor in this crackhouse to stay warm and cook the crack. There was a bucket of tranny shoes in the closet. There was a sticky maxim with Sarah Silverman in a gorilla suit on the cover. There is an old, dilapidated bomb shelter in the back yard, in which lives Gandalf the gigantic groundhog. There were holes in the floor, the walls, and the ceilings.

Bottom line, your crackhouse sucks. This crackhouse is the definitive crackhouse. Represent.