I know, I know, living in a frat seems like the luxurious life. It must all be well-stocked bars and girls walking around in nothing but skimpy lingerie all day every day, right? I mean that's where the parties happen, that's where the manly man stuff goes down, that's where the magic happens. Alas, it is not all glitz and glamour. When the girls in the lingerie temporarily leave and the never ending party takes a small break, there's nothing but a damn dirty frat house to come home to. It's got garbage, it's got grime and it's got a whole lot of other crap everywhere. The proof is in the gallery. But hey, you say gross, I say home sweet home. 

Start the mess.