Our friend Don sent us this one. He wrote:

“This table was featured recently on ebay. How can you tell that it was being sold by a man? Check it out.

OK, Study the mirror.

Got it?”

Boy, did we ever. (Tiny meat!)
 

John: How charming. Mr. Humphreys is in his second childhood and now lives in the nursery of his daughter’s house. She had turned the nursery into a sewing room but that was before the home said they could no longer control Mr. Humphreys who had learned how to use a computer — and a webcam! — and was hosting bukkake parties for all sorts of degenerates in his room.

Mr. Humphreys has now figured out the BlackBerry he was given at Christmas and takes photos of himself, with pals Mickey, Minnie and Pluto, that he mass-emails around the world with quite lucid directions to the daughter’s house. Daughter hasn’t quite caught on yet, as traffic up and down the back stair to his attic room is still sparse. But Mr. Humphreys is thinking maybe the Mickey panel needs to go. Something hotter. Spiderman, perhaps. Or Tom of Finland. That should get the party started right.

Richard: This photo kinda reminds me of that Matthew Barney show where … well, actually it reminds me of any Matthew Barney show, because the only thing running through my head right now is “What in the name of cheese-flavored popcorn balls…?!”

Based on the limited information at my disposal, I can envision only three possible explanations for this sublimely disturbing image:

Grampa has lived in this room since he was six years old and has never bothered to redecorate.

Grampa had an accident in the little boys’ room at Disneyworld and needed to change his drawers.

Karl’s Kiddie Corner and Daycare Depot doesn’t really do full background checks on potential employees.

I mean, seriously: it’s gotta be of those three, right?
 

Occasionally words fail the beleaguered group of souls who comprise our Panel of Experts.

When those moments occur we let an old Chinese chestnut dominate our thought process: “A picture saves a thousand words.”

Although, in the following entry we have several pictures for you. The best of the unmentionables. The very finest that interior design in Gay America has wrought (or destroyed).

Lurid Digs’ Calvacade of Calamities