Well, crap.

I was going to buy the creepy baby doll with the prosthetic wiggle eye today if nobody else had–and imagine, if you will, the sort of looks I would have gotten pedaling down the road with something that looks, upon brief inspection from a distance (like say the distance between a passing car and my bike and the length of time it takes the car to pass), like a baby bungee-corded to my package rack.

But no, someone bought her. :(

I sent the picture to my mom a little while ago. “Oh shit,” she said, “it’s Candyman’s granddaughter!”

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.