I'm a middle-aged old fart these days, but when I was young and living in New York City (and collectiing James Bond movie posters), I had a six-sheet from You Only Live Twice on my CEILING.
Do you have stuff hanging in your kitchen?
You NEVER run out of room!
Is there stuff hanging on the back of every door?
You NEVER run out of room!
The only time you can actually, genuinely, claim to have run out of room is when there's so much stuff piled on your bed that there's no place left to sleep. Then you need to call a psychiatrist immediately.
Oh, by the way ... I've run out of room.






