Way-Out Wednesday: Don't Send In The Clowns

I think for the rest of the month I shall do nothing but post a creepy-ass vintage doll for Way-Out Wednesdays because there are justsomanyofthem. Either that or start a second blog where I do nothing but post a different creepy-ass doll every day, but that's already sounding pretty ambitious and like most things in this here blogland, it's probably already being done a million and one times by a million and one goth girls, so maybe it's not such a novel and marvelous idea after all. See how self-sabotaging I am? What is wrong with me? There should be a pill for that. Oh right, there is. It's called the "shut the hell up you nut bar and get on with the show already" pill. Or maybe it's just called Valium. Whatever.

I certainly hope you guys aren't bored to tears with clowns because, I mean, damn there are a ton of 'em out there. Almost all of which are scary or creepy or disturbing. Which of course means I love it. And today's pick is no exception. Today's vintage 50's/60's clown is brought to you by Modern Day Vintage. It's even one of those rolly polly toys, the kind that just sway back and forth but don't fall down. Which isn't terrifying at all. Let's see how kid-friendly this sucker is...




Oh sweet jebus with a churro. Come on. Look at his face! And his big fatass belly! It's like he's saying "Hey hey, kids! Stabby the Clown here! What's wrong, kids? You're scared? Of my belly? And the way I'm holding it, like I'm guarding a deep and terrifying secret? Have no fear, its not filled with... deep fried children... Nope! Now get your asses over here so Stabby can dip you in batter."