If this desk could talk, it would say 'Help me, I'm under attack by the entire contents of a mini-bar and an ashtray's worst nightmare.' It's the only desk that comes with a blood alcohol content level and its own smog warning. This isn't a workspace; it's the aftermath of a battle between personal hygiene and a determination to live like a character from a post-apocalyptic movie. The only way this desk could be less organized is if it was actually on fire.