…but it sure can get you some sweet toys.
You don’t know the power of the… um… game room.
Only problem is… it doesn’t go with the rest of the house… like, at all.
I think this last photo is my favorite “what the?!?” from this listing, though.
Like I want a giant battle axe or a dagger dangling above my… well, you know.
HOLY HOPPING MOSES ON A TRAMPOLINE!! It’s like Lord British and George Lucas had a love-child in the middle of a fan convention, who then grew up with stunted social skills and unlimited amounts of money.
People really put urinals in houses?
@Claire: People really put TWO urinals in houses… right next to each other? What, is that like a father-son, Darth-Luke kind of thing? (O_o)
Upstairs – Scarface
Basement – Primo Frat Boy
Purple Bedroom – Austin Powers’ “shagadelic… baby”
Overall – the Buckingham Palace of bad taste
I just checked older posts and now I see that this is obviously the Disco Bombshell Bedroom from last week, post-steroids. Maybe it’s Lance Armstrong’s place?
Y’know, I can forgive the over-the-top rumpus room where some poor techno-dweeb could imagine inviting all his online gamer pals and other imaginary friends to party all night to the music of the demented oboe band from the bar in Mos Eisley. We all seek creative means of overcoming our social handicaps, and Lord knows, fantasy has certainly worked well for me.
No, what I find disturbing are the mirror-polish floors in the grand reception room – because mirror floors coupled with an essentially adolescent level of esthetic expression merit a “slap him silly” response, no matter how much money he’s got.
@anodean: Are you perhaps implying that someone might be aiming at, oh… I don’t know… some pathetic up-skirt shots? ‘Cause yeah… that sounds about right.
@Emerald63: Ayuh. ;D