What a pigsty! I once met a man who took me to his apartment and his place looked almost as bad. Even though he was quite sexy, I was instantly turned off knowing he lived in such a shithole. I kept looking for mice and roaches. I'm not bothered by snakes and spiders but I'm absolutely terrified of rodents. I guess in his case he could call his home "Homo, Sweet Homo,"
I wonder if he had the balls to ask for his cleaning deposit back. The picture I find most remarkable is the one with the iron. Maybe he didn't like wrinkled clothes?