John: People — to quote a humpy sex god of the Sixties — are indeed strange. Please don’t tell me that that lamp is the counterweight in some torture device hooked up to the perpendicular penis. Should his erection flag, the boy goes swinging around the room.

Now where have we seen that lamp before? Could it be that greasy rattan job over the salad bar at Denny’s? What nightmare mentality decks the house in Denny’s castoffs? Beyond the frame we find formica tables, tufted banquettes, Early Bird Specials.

David: This isn’t as much about interiors as it’s about “the lamp,” so, I too must go there. What you can’t see in this pic, John, is the chained cord thingy attached to a butt plug that’s jammed up his ass. Oddly, this makes him glum. Go figure.

Richard: Oy, the wicker hanging lamp. And that football jersey. Number 52 — I wonder if that’s supposed to mean something…some hip teen slang like the kids are using these days, perhaps? The whole thing’s like a CK ad set in the House of Usher. Get me outta here!

Heather: I’m hard-pressed to say if this is pornography or a public awareness poster for the climbing teen suicide rates. Josh may just be depressed knowing that the lamp chain just ain’t gonna hold, but Mr. Happy doesn’t seem to mind much.