
Steve: Whenever I see something like this, I have a violent initial reaction which is then nullified by a secondary reaction of, “Oh, this must be Europe — one of those tiny countries I don’t know the name of where everything looks completely chaotic and insane and nobody notices and it’s okay anyway because everyone is eight times sexier than the average American.”
But if I’m wrong, and this is just Arkansas, then may the Lord have mercy on whoever was behind the aesthetic considerations of this space.
Terrarium — check. Eight kinds of green — check. Tiny shelf mounted on wall to display tiny vases and tiny cocktail umbrellas — check. Matronly sprawling yarn throw blanket — check. Bull-fighting schedule or something — check.
Not that any of it would stop me from sleeping with this guy at first availability.
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Meh, I dunno. The couch makes me a little dizzy but I really don’t mind the rest. Personally I think he IS from Arkansas.
The couch covering looks like it was made out of scrap yarn that had been fed to a cat, hurled up and THEN knitted into…..whatever.
Didn´t the person who send you this picture gave you any direction.
‘Tuesday, So This Must be Europe’, is something we say of Americans traveling abroad.
This must be somewhere in the Bible Belt.
On the upside: I really like green things, so I’m not that nauseated.
On the downside: that fuzzy throw blanket looks like it holds every pube this guy has ever shed, plus the pubes of all his wankbuddies.
On the upside: I’d hit that like a drunk driver.
The throw blanket on the couch is one of those “magic eye” tricks one would find in magazines for kids. Or in the Sunday comic section of the newspaper. I kept trying to focus on that tumescent Arkansas or Estonian dick, but I kept seeing a murder of crows flying in both directions on the magic eye blanket. Sorry.
Luddite, I agree with you that the throw or slipcover looks like one of those “magic eye” illusions. But I can’t figure out what the other rod in the picture is. The rod in question runs from behind the couch up towards the ceiling and appears metallic. And again with the wedding ring!
BTW Luddite, I’m always impressed when someone knows a group of crows is a “murder”.
Yep, looks like vomit and so does that 50′s color of paint.
oh HELL yeah!
In a New York or Little Rock minute!
I hope that slightly gold metallic rod that arcs across the mid frame is a lamp. Maybe it has a nice white glass dome hanging from the end…which would shine more light than that damned crocheted spread deserves.
I COMPLETELY agree! That couch looks exactly like one of those computer-drawn Magic Eye designs that become a coherent 3D image when you cross your eyes. Only, when you cross your eyes and look at this couch, all you see is a three-dimensional image of bad taste.
In a New York or Little Rock minute!
Dear Tex,
Over the past several months, we have relied on your would or would not “hit that” as a touchtone. A litmus test of sorts. A reality check in a world of so many, many Lurid Digs.
But this one’s all mine. If he is, in fact, in Arkansas, then I’m nine hours away, door to door. I’m gassing up the Rav-4 as we speak, darling.
Mine. All mine. So much mine.
But you can have all the others. I promise. I’ll even tackle them and hold them down for you when they reach that moment of looking around at their surroundings and thinking, “From an interior design perspective, I’ve made a terrible, terrible mistake.”
But again: mine. Not yours. Mine.
Sincerely…
Thanks Garry! Whenever a crows would caw at my crazy Italian grandmother she would yell “THIEF!” at the crows. I have no idea why.
As for our fetching lad from Little Rock or Tallin, I just assumed the rod behind the couch was a fishing pole. I didn’t even notice the wedding ring until I read your post. That magic eye blanket has me mesmerized.
Oh, if Grandma only knew to what use her painstakingly crocheted Magic Eye blanket would be put, she’d roll over in her grave!
I was guessing Arkansas or Kentucky because of the grandmother stitch afghan. The guy is lacking the foreskin that most Europeans tend to sport. I find the pose, the wedding ring, and the highlights to be contradictory of each other.
The scene is NOT complete, ladies! Where, I ask you, are the crocheted antimacassars?
This guy is cool cause he has an Aquarium. I like aquariums. yup.
The couch cover though—it looks almost like burlap.
he’s cute tho!! i’ll take a cute guy in an ugly decor any day over an ugly guy in a well designed decor!! you can always call a decorator to change the decor, which in some cases, is easier than replacing the cute guy!!! lol
But Steeeeeve. What you DON’T see is the carpeting, hun. It’s coral. Well, BING!!! It just jumps together like frogs in a pond. I think it all works.
It’s florida, only someone close to Cuba would think that a normal color. I think this is that Camo couch guy rolled over in the den…or on a mission in Panama, to escort hot ladies around town, while searching for McCains birth certificate
http://www.foundshit.com/camouflage-couch/
If we are learning anything over the course of our study of bad gay interiors it’s that inside the coquettish desire to get all dolled up in ones best socks and post their nads on the Internet is a secondary but very real practicality.
No one wants their bare ass on the sofa!
Throw something over that, quick!
p.s. – I’m a little disappointed at Steve’s taste level!
I would NOT hit that. Something about a cheap bleach job and Old Navy turns me right off!
Gaydar readings in Phoenix suggest this is a Euro-Dude:
“…Is not for eating this round meat stitched with sewing as the yak bladder stuffed of elm leaves my country good yum?”
Bonus points to the first person who can correctly attribute that quote.
Well, the carpet does NOT match the drapes. But then again, actual drapes in this room might well match everything…and nothing.
Evn….it’s a trow down Biaatch! It may be a rush for the bottom (er…ahh…) but you are ON!
make that a “throw” down…..
Oh penis, oh penis, how lonely, yet ye throb.
Oh look, my penis, my erection.
How do I jack thee? Let me count the ways.
You puzzle me penis, oh why doth you torment me so?
Alas, I shall yearn for more.
Where do we get tickets for the throw down between Tex and Evn?
Musclebound….the throw down is at your place….How big is your bed? And do you have latex sheets?
I’ll bring the olive oil…virgin…of course!
The Pillo’ du Verdet is crocheted. The throw? Braided Wonder Bread bags. Fashion forward and Frontier Friendly all in one stroke.
You don’t suppose he had this shot taken to send to the little woman who is serving as a peace keeper in Iraq? He too wanted to server but when the peroxide has burned away your retinas, there is not much more you can do but stay state-side and keep the fish fed till Joanie comes marching home again.
Tex……I’ve got my list all ready and am going to the store today cause I am going to wear you bitches out!!!!!!!
OK, I’m in Europe, but by plane am only several hours away from this dude, wherever he may be – probably stateside fellas!
The thought of sitting naked flesh on that oh-so itchy couch cover – yuck! Is it the lighting, or have the walls been given 2 shades of vomit-hinting yellow?
Evn, Tex and Musclebound…shame on all of you! Who knew a tortured married guy in Arkansas with a good peroxide job and a big, fat, purple, rock-hard cock could turn three otherwise clever girls into such cats. Actually, is he a proxide blonde with red roots showing through or a blonde with some red highlighting… I hope he isn’t opting for two treatments i.e. blond and red at the same time as that never works out well…oh sorry, what were we talking about? ..,the yarn throw blanket? Huh? Oh the interior design. Sorry, my bad. I think the green walls compliment the color of that big, purple cock.
Buddy X,
You throw like a girl
You forgot to mention the wedding ring.
Wait Wait Wait a minute! No comments about that oddly (to say the least) elongated forefinger on his right hand? Spooky!
mmm…slobber slobber…green walls…slobber…couch cover….slobber slobber *gag* tchochky shelf…mmmm…slobber…shaved pubes, goatee, bleached hair….slobber…thank god I can suck dick with my eyes closed.
Just saw this pic again and had to finally respond. First of all the interior looks like every house I have ever lived in, in the U.P. Secondly he reminds me of an old school mate I once new…Gary was his name. If this guy IS married (ring on finger) why is he living at his mamma’s house?
“With all this manure, there must be a pony in here somewhere”… YUP! When I was was young… erhh before I was born they used to paint classrooms and mental wards this color because it was believed that it had a calming effect on people. For some reason it seems to be having the opposite effect on quite a few of you bitches! :O)
…and Jeff: Ulysses (JJ) Talk about “A cat walked stiffy round the leg of a table with tail held hard…” or something like that
i lick ro see dat
I would so tap that and not give a fuck about the state of the sofa
I have done FAR worse than that in places that make this look like a Hilton or a Radisson. The wedding band and that spectacular monument in the middle of the couch deserve considerable respect, if not worship…Europe, the deep South, or perhaps a trailer park in the Midwest. Who cares!
I think this is guy is from the tiny crack of a duchy called Hertztogoinia.
Regarding “It is not for eating this round meat stitched with sewing…” comment…surely that is the work of Anthony Bourdain on one of his trips on “No Reservations” to the yurts and yaks of far Tibet. A quaff of straight kumiss for you, dear Jeff!
Ya learn smoetihng new everyday. It’s true I guess!