Honestly, this looks eerily similar to my freshman dorm room from St Patrick's Day until the end of the year, except the blood was jager bomb puke. It was everywhere, on the walls, the floor, the coach; so we did what all 18 year-olds do when they live on their own for the first time. We covered it with newspaper and pretended it wasn't there.
Back to Patel though. I was always under the assumption that Bin Laden had big time money,but this place makes him look like a nobody. I mean I would have imagined a secret underground palace, with hot Arab bitches and lots of hummus and pita bread.
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