The text for this picture makes one weep anew: "Vinyl wallpaper in a bright bold pattern covers the ceiling of this nineteenth century porch." It’s a phrase that ought to strike the ear with the same horror as “projectile diarrhea in a dark brown jet soaks the canvas of this 16th century altar painting.”  But who wants to look at a boring old ceiling when you can look at a pattern?



I am Xatptipltical, Frog God of Crap!