Wow.

Just wow.

Even the butler is speechless. Oh wait, that’s because he’s a mannequin.

…as is the pianist.

Wait, what? Is that… a chair made to look like a black lady? This place just gets more and more offensive.

Ooh hey, it’s that bubble chair again! The home’s only redeeming quality!

…and we’re back to the offensive decor.

Wow that is a lot of white. I wonder if they provide complimentary ski goggles for visitors.

This is also the third appearance of the bubble chair. Weird.

This is probably one of the most eclectic collections of art I’ve seen in a single listing. We’ve got the weird smiling skull, then just one room over, some classic pieces…

…elsewhere, this… um… dove attack piece…

…anonymous butt…

…and finally:

In addition to the glossy children’s faces staring you down in this last room, you might also notice the same chair that was in the Los Angeles home from our “Golly Ain’t That Swell” post last month.

Okay, I have no idea why these two are sporting such such smug grins as they offer up their strange, colorless… um… foods?

But the next room over is where the real fun happens. There are so many great things about this room that it took the photographer three photos to capture everything. There’s the giant Union Jack rug…

…and the not-at-all-creepy framed Woody Allen poster…

…and of course we can’t forget the special encased Wonka Bar.

That is a pretty keen spider lamp though.