In 2009, a statue of Lucille Ball was erected in her honor in her hometown of Celoron, New York, and the townsfolk are now saying that the statue has got to go. Their reasoning? The statue is scary as fuck.
Good luck sleeping tonight.
Ball is known for her long list of vaudevillian talents as well as her unique beauty, and sculptor Dave Poulin aimed to capture that beauty by immortalizing a moment from Ball’s famous “Vitameatavegamin” bit. Sadly, what he captured looks less like “unique beauty” and more like something dreamt up by Crispin Glover after passing out drunk at Madame Tussaud’s.
Townsfolk are currently attempting to raise money to have the statue recast, which I guess makes sense if you have nothing else to do. Then again, I live in a city where our most notable work of art is a sculpture of a pretend boxer played by a not-so-pretend retard.
How he didn’t fall down the steps, I’ll never know.
Dan Scully is a writer/comic from Philadelphia who is starting to grow concerned about his weight. Follow him on Twitter. He also wishes to make it clear that he adores Stallone. Not trying to make enemies here.