Welcome Dear Readers! Good News! You are just in time for our Slightly Creepy Seventies Fix, where we look at pictures from the seventies that make us shudder and feel slightly sick to our stomachs because they are so weird and creepy.
It’s the kind of perverse pleasure only the Slightly Creepy Seventies can provide!
Today we’ll be making fun of this treasure from 1970:
“Well, honey, I like the new Seventies kitchen remodel, sure, but where will we put our books?”
Nothing epitomized a Seventies carefree childhood like a random ladder to nowhere.
“Shut up Robbie! You know people with peg legs can’t climb ladders.”
And no Seventies bathroom remodel worth it’s weight in Mr. T gold chains was complete without a primitive seventies tanning bed.
“What’s the matter now?”
“I’m fused to the tanning bed!”
“Again?”
And of course, every Seventies remodel had to feature a pool made out of horrendous “bricks of the seventies!”
“Forget about it, lady, cats hate to swim.”
“But we put in this pool just for you, Morris!”
“Cry me a river, Mrs. Schmuckerson.”
“How very Frank Lloyd Wrong of you, Dear!”
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Until next time . . . I love you
Linda Vernon Humor 
I’m not going back either, and poor Connie is still fused to the tanning bed.
Oh my gosh! This was hysterical! As a survivor of the 70s, I can attest that everything you just wrote is 100% true and factual, right down to the almond and avocado colored kitchen appliances.
Please pass the barf bags.