That's nothing. I live in an enormous mansion on top of a hill. It's because land and services are a lot cheaper in Australia than they are in America, so when I moved here I took advantage of that. The hill I live on wasn't originally there, I had it built to my liking because the original hill was slightly out of proportion. Many people were killed during the demolition of the old hill and the construction of my new hill, but since gravestones aren't very nice to look at, I used palm trees to mark their deaths.

I have six rooms that are made entirely out of plasma TVs. Twelve rooms are furnished only with European super models. I have a dog, it is the only one of it's kind of breed. It's fur is in the pattern of the Mona Lisa.

I have about five billion of the best computers in the world, and I constantly throw them all away to get a new five billion computers every single second because technology develops pretty fast.

I have a special air conditioning system that controls the air in and around my house for about a 20 mile radius. It was designed by NASA, and it's fueled by the blood of innocent children.

Don't believe me? dw I'll post pics.

This is my house:




This is my dog's fifth bedroom (which he only uses if there is something slightly wrong with the other four. If there's something slightly wrong with this one, he uses his sixth bedroom. The amount of rooms he has goes on infinitely):




This is my maid's slave's daughter's kitchen:




My air conditioning unit:



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I got nothing to prove to any of you, so I'm bragging about my house and posting pictures of it.

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