Sorry, you'll never ever ever get me to step over that gap to get into the loft pod thingy. In my brain that gap has all the sucking vacuum power of a black hole and will surely kill me.
There was this one night in Vegas... let's just say I've been in one of these crazy high-off-the-ground glass-sided balcony pools and they're terrifying. Thankfully there was plenty of champagne to ease my anxiety.
Oh wait, that's the slowest zombie ever. Let's have a picnic!
Sir, are you in need of any assistance? Please don't hurt yourself.
I live in the city and I've known some people with some crazy small apartments but NOTHING like this. I can't even, there are no words. Help. My brain died of claustrophobia.
They do like to stop by and hang out a little longer than I'd like, though.
You must be wide awake, sure footed, and on top of your game before you can even head downstairs in the morning.
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