AAAAAAHHHHHHH! CLOWN HOUSE! CLOWN HOUSE!
You get the impression of a clown that grew uncontrollably until its head poked out the top and it jammed its hands out of the windows, then beheld the countryside and yelled LOVE ME! LOVE ME!
The visitors seem to be leaving in a state of disgust, and unless I’m reading this picture incorrectly, Johnny, Bobby, and Jimmy have two mommies. Maybe they met up at the park and fed brutish hubby to Happy Clown’s Joy-Grinding Fun-Mincer inside. Tired of maintaining the facade of heteronormative behavior? Bring your spouse to the Dells, and leave with a new life! We don’t judge.