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i-ishannishthejannish:

siyuttov:

shwatsonlocked:

ohlookalamppost:

randomosityandramblings:

famishings:

theoddbox:

davestriderslefttesticle:

evil-sherlock-holmes:

skittledeedoo:

500daysofevilexes:

d0cpr0fess0r:

chakwas:

apocalyptictacolord:

sicklysandy:

lornemilee:

What an old TV.

Is that a booty on the screen.

Wow that lamp color does not suit this room you all are terrible.

And that painting? Lord, landscapes are so tacky.

What purpose does that lamp even serve? The TV is blocking most of the light, it can hardly be used to illuminate the entire room.

You guys are either blind or have a very fucked up sense of humor.

Just stop ignoring the horrible paint job at the bottom of the end table. It’s not funny, it’s disturbing.

Now that is just disgusting. What poor decorating. I mean honestly who puts a reading lamp next to a TV anyway. And some photograph of trees? Real fuckin’ nice asshole.

I dunno you guys, I think the texture of the walls is lookin’ mighty fine.

okay, so no one sees the butt on the TV screen

Holy shit there’s a butt on the screen

Personally I’m rather disgusted at the bad flooring job. That color rug totally doesn’t match anything in the room.

That table. Ugh. Look at the design? If you are going to panel one side, at least make some handles for added storage. You disgust me.

I’m very disappointed that no one has mentioned the atrocity that is hiding under the TV. I can’t really tell, is it…a VCR? God, who does that? Who puts a VCR under a TV like that? And in a different colour? Ugh. No class.

Guys, you’re being ridiculous. I mean, look at the table. It’s not even a table it’s a counter top. But just one of them. Who even does that?

I’m can’t believe the gap underneath the table, absolute lack of paintjob. Atrocious. 

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box-o-laughs:

SHE THREW HER TAMPON AT THEM OMFG I M LAUGHING SO HARD JESUS

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ihopericksantorum:

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