
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?

I’m thinking this is suburbia’s favorite and most trusted pediatrician posing in his office after-hours. What else could explain those vast stretches of color-coordinated kiddie wallpaper?
I don’t want to see the examination room.
That is truely the mother of all wallpaper borders…
Michael Eisner would be proud
I’m getting more of a janitor vibe from this guy, working at a local daycare near you!
That is just not right!
The only thing not sagging in that picture is the wallpaper.
hehe, this guy was trying to chat me up on an online dating site. Can’t imagine why I turned him down.
I feel like I am looking at the results of beastiality, a polar bear (or brown bear… I haven’t made up my mind yet..???) and a buzzer…
in some dentist office somewhere there is a garbage can full of bear hair
Poor bear… I don’t believe in animal pain for human gain.. shame on you whoever did this to that poor creature.
OMG! I just realized… bears don’t wear watches…
Oh.. EWW!!! BEW!!! BLAH!!! BUGH!!!
Grampa hurt my doo doo hole!!