This is where I live (I know, I know, I should really cut those branches, but the whole yard-taking-care-of side of me hasn't quite developed yet).
This is not where I live.
This be the carpet in the front room. When I first saw it I wanted to throw up. I didn't, but I'm thinking I probably should have because it could've only helped. Ugly, ugly, ugly.
This be the front room itself.
This is my pool table. It's crooked and I haven't yet won a game on it, but it's not bad.
This is my kitchen. I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do with it, but I do have one.
This is a toilet paper dispenser with a radio on it. Both upstairs bathrooms have one. Serious.
This is the nearest (and only) gas station. Yep, one pump and bars on the only window. That's never a good sign. I still haven't entered that place since I'm pretty sure there are dead bodies somewhere underneath the floorboards.
These are the random drink machines on Main Street. And look, you can even have ice with your drink. How rad is that?
This is town hall. No really, the whole building looks just like this. I don't think there are any windows.
This is where I go to church (the Santaquin Singles Branch building) . . .
. . . and here (my Goshen Ward) . . .
. . . and here.
So there you have it.