You know the hot southern belle type wearing the full hoop skirt and gloves and a hat. But if you could also be smoking, fainted, and in place of shoes wear a swim fin on one foot and be bare foot on the other. (doesn’t matter which foot) and you could be popping a balloon when you fall and if there could be someone in clown-makeup in the background, that would be great.
Geez, what a cliche. I mean, it’s like you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a passed-out antebellum snorkeler busting a ballon with her Virginia Slims 100 at the circus.