Crackhousery

We used to joke that we lived in a crackhouse.

Meghan would pass out on the floor...



Eugene would pass out on the couch...



Crackwhores would have sex in our closets while their bastard children wept...



Eventually though the crackhouse underwent gentrification, as so many places tend to.

New furniture was installed. The crackwhore mattress was sold. Plants and fishes abounded.

Everything seemed all nice and new...until yesterday.

Yesterday the water heater for the building exploded.

Within minutes, water was pouring through the ceiling.

Ahhhh....the good old days...

MikeyMike was reminded of his crackhouse childhood, and, normally camera-shy, splashed around and took a much-needed shower.