Ok so I live in Miami, it’s a unique place…to describe it properly some might use the words weird, erratic, batshit or even wackaloon and they would only be 30% right.
Anyhow, there is lots to love here but I can assure you that one of those things is not Santa’s Enchanted Village.
Let me explain…
Never mind that it cost a freakin $150 bucks for tickets and the “opportunity” to “win” a stuffed toy.
Never mind that the donuts were fried in oil that was so old it may or may not have been used during a castle siege in 1581 to keep the peasants from entering a castle.
Never mind that this place contains some of the most downright creepy, oddly arranged dioramas that were clearly pulled from the fever dream of a meth addict.
And never mind that the place seemed festooned with people who literally thought this place was magical…
…never mind all that. Just look at these images and let me know if you can figure out what the hell was going on…and worse if you can tell me why I thought it was a good idea to go there on a Sunday night instead of staying home and doing something more productive…like repeatedly slamming a door shut on my head, over and over...
Now look at the camera and say "copyright infringement".
WTF
The Return of WTF
Headless Children?
Just look at her face...
Here's a closer look if you have the stomach...
Fun House or Whorehouse? Not sure...
I'm not sure who "won" here...
These frightened me, it looked like they might fall on my head...
and I was OK with that.
Come again soon...NOT!
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