...that whatever it was that the Caldwells sounded like...
...it certainly looked like they were on the verge of some particularly unwholesome kind of intra-family key party.
Actually, I'm sure they were pure as the driven snow. As usual, when faced with an image such as this, my first reaction is to spend a moment pondering the fact that, with the exception (possibly) of the wrought iron and the fireplace, there is not a single natural fiber or substance to be seen. And that includes the rug. And the wigs.
I feel fairly certain that this is the Fellowship Hall of some sort of Gothic styled Victorian Baptist church that's been horribly redecorated by the pastor's wife.
ReplyDeleteAs a child I spent every Sunday morning, evening and Wednesday night in one very similar.
The Caldwells look like the kind of family that would sing for the Sunday evening service with a hip Now Sound meets Jesus.
Ugh. our Baptist fellowship hall was a basement with linoleum. The Caldwell's room looks like a very boring ski lodge with no cocktails. (That's probably how they managed to stay pure as the driven snow).
ReplyDeletedon't you recognize a sex dungeon when you see one?
ReplyDeleteWell, I have led a very sheltered life...
DeleteWith all that hairspray, I suggest they move away from the fireplace.
ReplyDeleteSounds like the Caldwells
ReplyDelete...Looks like some Dynel
...Smells like a Clamshell.