Oh sweet fizzyity-ucking christ

Oh sweet fizzyity-ucking christ

Happy Halloween.

I have seen the worst that the world has to offer me.

I can die peacefully now, knowing the terrors of this world.

A friend of mine has an entire room in their house they call the "Shit Room". It's full of random shit from multiple decades ago, and is also where they let their pets run free. It smells like hamster shit, probably because that's what's in there. There is not a bathtub in his house that is open, his room is soundproofed by the sheer number of clothes all over and it and posters piled on top of posters. The basement is technically furnished, but is really just full of random shit. There's a bed in there, but you wouldn't know because it's piled in moldy clothes that haven't been moved in ten years. There are multiple old game consoles that have turned into ant farms naturally, and you can't see what the couches actually look like through the piles of clothes, pillows, and a VHS tape here and there on top of them. The only thing that you can sit on that isn't covered in something is an exercise bike.

The real kicker is that he's fifteen and this is his parent's house.

As a professional lazy person, things like this make me feel good. My biggest sin is that my bed usually doesn't get made and sometimes there are a couple of empty water bottles on the floor, and often enough I wait a little bit before doing the dishes, but I can safely say that I am not growing anything unusual in the folds between my clothes.

As a professional lazy person, things like this make me feel good. My biggest sin is that my bed usually doesn't get made and sometimes there are a couple of empty water bottles on the floor, and often enough I wait a little bit before doing the dishes, but I can safely say that I am not growing anything unusual in the folds between my clothes.

They should locate this anon and make a reality TV show about him, if not put him in the next episode of Hoarders.

The story (and Keyguy's) honestly doesn't bother me all that much outside of the fact that these people are keeping pets in these rooms. Like, if you want to fuck up your life and turn your house into a Petri dish, sure! Whatever, go ahead. But those pets don't have a choice to live in squalor. And I have a feeling that any open wound in a place like this would go pretty gangrenous, pretty fast.

'Pretty' and 'Gangrenous' are an odd set of words to put in the same sentence.

@Antarctic Termite

Provided these environments haven't given rise to an evolved state of bacteria that forms as much a symbiotic relationship with them as the house, therefore creating something that would impress even Code Talker.

The other probability is they have a built up immunity. Both man and person would be eating out of trash anyways, let alone sleeping and interacting with it. They breath the no-doubt spore-clogged air. If they're not going to die early, they at least maybe got a battled-hardened immune system that'll probably strangle both of them if it ever hiccups and mutates in on itself.

But in reality, a person like that - pets included - need help irregardless and the place needs to be burned down. Not cleaned up or demolished. Just burned down. It'll do more sterilization to it than any application of anti-fungicide and disinfectant.