Let me preface this by saying I’ve never been an igloo guy. Never made one, don’t think I’ve ever been inside one, and really have no general desire to do either of the two. That’s a lie, I would like to get inside a nice igloo at least once before I die.
Which brings me to this guy’s luxurious ice pad.
I deducted some points for the sheer fact that unless you’re laying down there’s no way this is remotely functional. Can’t give this space a score higher than an 8/10 if a simple indian style seating position is impossible.
That said, the effort was A1 – got a couple of shelves stocked with some beers, a beautiful birch sliding door leading into the foyer and enough room to masturbate until your dick turns blue.
Overall time spent in this igloo, though? Probably 15-20 minutes. Just enough time to smoke a joint and have a beer before realizing that your couch and tv are mere feet away. Unless of course this guy is married, in which case he will remain in this icy paradise until Punxsutawney Phil comes out of his burrow and melts all of the snow with his wand.