C’mon, who among us haven’t had a clown mannequin inside our vehicles at least once in our lives...
Ah, those wacky Frat initiations...
I think after a couple of parties in my youth I've been the clown mannequin in the car.
Couple of years ago I was running errands. Picked up some ammo, picked up some wine for dinner that night, and then my wife texted and had me pick up her prescription - controlled pain meds (she was recovering from surgery, the wine was for me). I was also carrying concealed, as usual. I realized if I got stopped or in an accident it was going to take some explaining - guns, ammo, booze, drugs... No really Sheriff, just another Saturday afternoon...
You can’t have a clown world without clown mannequins.