I’m not sure if a pool full of Fabreeze and Bleach would be enough to fix that issue… no we’re going to need a gallon of gas and a match, it’s the only way to be sure.
I REMEMBER that clown! I grew up in Wichita, and went to Joyland pretty regularly, between times when it was on fire. This clown was seated at a Wurlitzer (#160, according to Wiki), and his hands moved back and forth over the keys. The fucked up(er) thing about it was he had a rear view mirror on the contraption, and it was aimed so someone of kid height could see the clown’s unblinking eyes staring back at him.
1 Like
This topic was automatically closed after 5 days. New replies are no longer allowed.
