Welcome Dear Readers! Hey who’s up for some Slightly-Creepy Seventies-decor? Today we will be discussing:
Slightly-Creepy-Seventies Home Decor so Appalling It Was Encouraged by the Poison Control Center
Slightly-Creepy-Seventies Poisoning Scenario #1: Let’s say you had a bad day at your slightly-creepy-seventies office only to come home and accidentally chug what you thought was prune juice, but, silly you, it turned out to be a bottle of varnish. And naturally you were completely out of Syrup of Ipecac. (Isn’t that always the way!) Not to worry! All you had to do was go into any living room from the slightly-creepy seventies, such as the one pictured above, and — viola! Your stomach would have not only quickly rid itself of its contents — the regurgitated varnish would have blended in nicely with the decor!
If it gets any Slightly-Creepy-Seventies greener . . .
Slightly-Creepy-Seventies Poisoning Scenario #2: You stopped after work to have a few drinks after a hard day at your slightly-creepy-seventies office before coming home to prepare Swedish Meatballs for your family. But instead of adding three cups of beef broth you accidentally added three cups of varnish. Naturally you are still out of Syrup of Ipecac (but tell you something you don’t know, right?). Not to worry! The family simply piles into Little Billy’s bedroom done up from top to bottom in Slightly-Creepy-Seventies Green Around the Gills Green and–viola! Your family would be giving back those Swedish meatballs faster than you could say, spårvagnsaktiebolagsskensmutsskjutarefackföreningspersonalbeklädnad!
Losing One’s Intestinal Fortitude– Slightly-Creepy-Seventies Style:
Slightly-Creepy-Seventies Poisoning Scenario #3: For once you had a good day at your slightly-creepy-seventies office but ran over a slightly-creepy-seventies hippie on the commute home — totaling your slightly-creepy-seventies Chevrolet Vega. All you want to do is brush your teeth and go to bed, only instead of brushing your teeth with toothpaste, you accidentally brush your teeth with a bottle of varnish. Naturally you are completely out of Syrup of Ipecac (in your defense you did make a trip to the store especially to get some but got side-tracked in the varnish isle). Not to worry! All you had to do was sit and stare at the wall in your hallway! You know, the one that has a slightly-creepy-seventies graphic portrayal of an individual’s gastrointestinal tract in the advanced stages of dysentery and — viola! You would be ridding yourself of unwanted varnish so effectively you may never buy– or forget to buy– another bottle of Syrup of Ipecac again!
And there you have it, Dear Readers, I hope you not only enjoyed this blog’s treatise on Slightly-Creepy-Seventies Decor, and it’s effect on the Syrup of Ipecac industry of 1970′s –but also, I hope you learned a little something as well.
Until next time . . . I love you