Sorry, kitty, but the rules clearly state that you must be in a hotel in order to qualify for true Bed Jump status. (Warning: Bed Jump link might not be Safe For Work, depending on what your work is.)
Ah, yet another house of death from the state of Texas. The one nice touch here is the blood red bathroom which hides the stains from all the owner’s massacres.
I know I’m not the target audience, but I just don’t see the appeal of sleeping surrounded with the carcasses of the things that you’ve slaughtered for sport. Does being able to sleep despite their ever-staring, accusing gaze show how manly you are?
Be aware that the Bed Jump link has images that are Not Safe for Work. Since I’m in my office at home, they were safe for hysterically laughing without witnesses…but for real, NSFW.
Ok, either you life in a country where people in pajamas are a taboo, or you work for a mattress company. But in all other cases the pictures there seem completely safe for work.
At first I though there was something clone-stamped out at the far left of the carcase on the wall, then I realised it was the rough edge of the log thing they mounted the poor creature on.
I had to move my plush unicorn because I couldn’t sleep with it “looking” at me, so a bedroom like this would be anabsolute Room 101 for me…
Ya know, I’ve lived in Texas for most of my life and have yet to come across a home with dead animals in it. Well, OK, there was that creepy trash guy in LaPorte with the house full of scavenged dead things, but we sorta figured him as a transplant from Deliverance and don’t count him. But aside from him (MEGA CREEPY, you’ve been warned!) as a native Houstonian, let me proudly say that we don’t really shoot every animal that we see. Most of us don’t even shoot at the animals that we can’t see, either.
Ah, yet another house of death from the state of Texas. The one nice touch here is the blood red bathroom which hides the stains from all the owner’s massacres.
I know I’m not the target audience, but I just don’t see the appeal of sleeping surrounded with the carcasses of the things that you’ve slaughtered for sport. Does being able to sleep despite their ever-staring, accusing gaze show how manly you are?
Be aware that the Bed Jump link has images that are Not Safe for Work. Since I’m in my office at home, they were safe for hysterically laughing without witnesses…but for real, NSFW.
Whoops. Sorry. Totally SFW if you W where I W, which is my house, so I forgot. Maybe everyone should come over to my place and look at the images?
Ok, either you life in a country where people in pajamas are a taboo, or you work for a mattress company. But in all other cases the pictures there seem completely safe for work.
Nice Tiger!
At first I though there was something clone-stamped out at the far left of the carcase on the wall, then I realised it was the rough edge of the log thing they mounted the poor creature on.
I had to move my plush unicorn because I couldn’t sleep with it “looking” at me, so a bedroom like this would be anabsolute Room 101 for me…
Ya know, I’ve lived in Texas for most of my life and have yet to come across a home with dead animals in it. Well, OK, there was that creepy trash guy in LaPorte with the house full of scavenged dead things, but we sorta figured him as a transplant from Deliverance and don’t count him. But aside from him (MEGA CREEPY, you’ve been warned!) as a native Houstonian, let me proudly say that we don’t really shoot every animal that we see. Most of us don’t even shoot at the animals that we can’t see, either.