Let's just say that you've met a person you could really see yourself getting to know better. They're educated, responsible, and make a good living for themselves. You've been seeing each other for a while and you've never been to their place, but you don't mind, you like the time you spend with this person, wherever you are. Later on, a little birdie gives you the whereabouts of their living quarters and you go over one day to surprise them. When you get there, the door is cracked open, you step in, and this is what you find:
Proceed with caution...
I found these pics on a Houston-based message board and this is what the original poster wrote about it:
This has nothing to do with the Hurricane. We had a resident who had an outstanding balance for over a month and no one could get ahold of her. The Bookkeeper went inside after so many tries to leave a note and this is what we found...
The pictures do NO justice. There is suppose to be 2 cats living here but we cant find them (we think they're dead somewhere inside the apartment-we contacted the SPCA). The place REEKS to say the [least], i gagged non stop.
BONUS: Try and spot the many cases of irony in these photos. I'll start with the broom on the floor.
Could your love for someone overcome something like this?
