DON'T send in the clowns.
I don't know about you but I have a fear of clowns …
aka Coulrophobia.
Apparently you can have a phobia to just about anything.
If you can name it…you can be afraid of it.
ie…if something is a noun…you can fear it.
(I wonder if the fear of "nouns" is called nounophobia?)
So now I'm finding out….
my fear of chopsticks has a fancy name…
Consecotaleophobia.
Think about it...
you could get a splinter stuck in your throat.
(Okay, maybe I'm awkward with using chopsticks.
I haven't mastered the chopstick.
I have mastered the fork.)
anywhoooo……
It's not yet Halloween but there is a new
clown in town.
clown in town.
Move over Chuckles-the-Clown.
The Creepy Clown is
h-e-r-e.
Wether the recent clown claims are hearsay and hoax
or authentic and accurate…
social media is fueling the creepy clown hysteria
giving Average Joe Clown a good reason
to be a sad sack
to be a sad sack
behind his plastered smile.
A "Clowns Lives Matter" Parade is scheduled in Tuscon, AZ on Oct. 15.
The Clowns do matter...
but paint me out of that picture.
I've never been a fan of clowns with their freaky features and
numerous Clowni together
sounds frightening.
Heck, even children who are supposed to like clowns
fear them.
You can't kid a kid…so call me a kid
and give me a lollipop.
and give me a lollipop.
How about that story of the dad in Auburn MA, who was dressed as a clown
and following a school bus.
Turns out his kids were on the bus…
and he was just clowning around.
Not funny.
Give that dad the Bozo Award
and a night in the slammer.
The only time I think a clown isn't scary is when he's riding in his clown car
and honking the horn
or
I'm on a long road trip and in need of a greasy burger.
Nothing puts a smile on my face
more than Ronald McDonald
smiling back at me.
Let's face it…
the upside of the creepy clown craze of 2016,
is that it …
takes the focus off the other clowns
who are running for President 2016.
(couldn't resist)
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