Since we're on the subject of clowns, I might as well share a story from my past. I know some people have fears of clowns and their goofy bullshit, and I'm not one of them. I do, however, have a general distrust of clowns. Here's why:
I was living in Saskatchewan; a province so flat you could stand on a pail, look east, and see the back of your own head. It was my eighth or ninth birthday and friends and family had gathered in the backyard for games, cake, and the spectacle of one wacky clown.
During his parade of magic tricks I was pulled up on stage (the far side of the yard) and the clown proceeded to tie two bright handkerchiefs together and tuck the knot down the neck of my shirt. A few magic words later he pulled the two handkerchiefs out. Now holding them together, instead of a knot, was a lacy pink bra.
I was mortified. I can't remember a single gift I received that day, or who attended that party, but my brain will never allow me to forget that embarrassing moment. What the hell? How those handkerchiefs got tangled in my bra, I'll never know. But long story short, don't trust a clown.
2 comments:
Hey, its an easy trick, I learned it the same time I learned how to unclasp a bra with one hand...anyway, I'm still confused, so there IS a difference between making baloon animals and making animals into baloons? Man, I miss Bubbles my inflatable weiner dog...
Dude, you're gonna get arrested.
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