Sorry, but I didn’t bother recording names for this week’s post. This, because the identity of that fellow up there from the Motown Pageant should be readily available via a number of sex-offender registries. (Allegedly, whatever, dude looks creepy from the git go) …
… and I don’t want this child of the corn to track me down …
… and, hell, it’s sad enough, that pose there, but when you hear that lady say, “I was never in pageants when I was a kid,” so she entered her daughter in one pre-birth, it just breaks our communal heart.