Wow. I don’t know whether to gape at the sheer absurdity or cry at the cost. And no, I’m not talking about Donald Trump becoming President of the United States.
Here is the most expensive home in America, priced at $250 million in Bel Air. It’s got 12 bedrooms, 21 bathrooms, three kitchens (with a personal chef), six bars, a massage room (with a masseuse), a pool overlooking the L.A. skyline, and so many more things that I will never have.
The lounge could be part of a five-star hotel’s lobby.
There’s a James Bond themed movie theater with five rows of leather recliners.
There’s also a four-lane bowling alley. (The pins are golden, just in case you didn’t understand yet that the house is for rich people.)
And a pre-stocked auto gallery.
There’s also a giant sculpture of a camera in the dining room for God knows what reason.
A swimming pool with a massive TV and swim-up bar:
But I’m worried they don’t have enough wine, candy, and foosball tables:
Now I’ll go back to eating my dinner off a coffee table because my apartment doesn’t even have a dining room.