How small of a space could you live in?

But when you can yell at your mom's axe wound, "THE EXCAVATION TEAM IS MOVING IN THE FRONT END LOADER," and hear your own voice reflected back, is it really considered cramped quarters?

I'm just sayin, I only had enough room for basic cable, and no DVR. It was tiny.
 
Frak if I know. I live in a small house with a horny Japanese woman who thinks the yelling at the lawn would make it stop growing.