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You probably know that mannequins are scary. It turns out that if you can get past your fear of their staring, motionless imitation of human life, they can be occasionally hilarious as well as creepy.

I was walking past the great thrift store Hey Betty a while ago and spotted these bevies in the window.

First off, you should know that when this reformed theater nerd sees a gaggle of brides, I’m reminded of the ditty Shuffle Off To Buffalo from my high school production of 42nd Street. If I ever someday do get engaged, I won’t be able to go to one of those bridal expos without humming this song under my breath, under constant threat of breaking out into the chorus. It’s a curse I’ll carry for the rest of my life.

Now that the required dorktastic mention of my past is over, let’s get some close ups.

I think she’s looking at me.

Simply horrified.

Clearly, Her Highness Long Neck is too good to look at us.

The real question: why are they all male mannequins in drag? I’ve never known a store to have that many male mannequins lying around.