File photo from the Rosedale, Maryland police and fire rescue archive, taken moments before the candles on her Uncle Wally's birthday cake set Tracy Larkin's lacquered bouffant on fire. |
It did take eleven minutes for her to locate it and reach exactly the angle she wanted, but in the end Clarice did find the pool jet that put a smile on her face for the rest of the afternoon. |
2 comments:
I know you're expecting me to comment on Tracy's fabulous hair... but I can't! That creepy ventriloquist doll (an oxymoron if ever there was one!) has got me hiding under the bed.
I fear poor Dale never made it to his 12th birthday!
LOL Clowns and "dummies" tend to be creepfests, don't they? I had a Charlie McCarthy as a kid and though it intrigued me during the day, it spooked the shit out of me at night. He couldn't be left sitting u and facing out.... Did you notice Tracy's last name and how it relates to her first? ;-)
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