Now see, that's nice junk. There's no scattered styrofoam peanuts or odd socks or random wrinkled bits of cellophane or torn envelopes coffee mugs or empty product boxes or clothes piles or broken headphones. Not… not that I have any of those things where I am. I'm just saying.

If Hoarders has taught me anything, it's that there are about 47 dead cats under all that stuff.

Needs more cowbell.

this makes me all itchy and sort of screamy.

That is a bedroom. There is a bed.

Im sorry but thats no different to ANY teenagers bedroom.

I showed this to my kid and said, “look, it's your room when you grow up”. she said, “no i'll have way more stuff.”