Ladies and gentlemen, I come to you with a vision for our future. A vision of peace and brotherhood at circuses, childrens’ parties, and rodeos the world over. Clown on clown violence has reached alarming proportions and must end now. I implore you, lay down your cream pies, drain your squirting lapel flowers, and empty your buckets of water or confetti or whatever it is in there. Raising a giant foam rubber mallet in anger is not the answer. And please, try to keep your size 42 feet where the sun does shine. Brothers and sisters in clowndom, extend a buzzer-free hand of friendship to one other and remember, there’s room in the car for everyone. Now go and seek out your enemies so that you may make up, even if it is with a novelty-sized powder puff. Can I get an A ~honk honk~ men!!
Those clowns gave me nightmares as a child.
When I saw the picture and your headline, I thought of Bush and Blair extending THEIR hands to each other. THE CLOWNS!
And yes, I’ve forgotten what I needed to tell a friend I was supposed to call.
I hope you’ll summarize Grandma’s secrets to fun and longevity when you get back.
I need a Valium. Now.
The orange one has fingernails ON THE PALM SIDE OF HIS HANDS. Unless he’s able to ROTATE his hands around on his wrists. I don’t know which is worse!
What you manage to find (dig up?) boggles the imagination.
This is why children are afraid of clowns…
What would we all do without you to terrorize us? =D
That reminds me of a doll my grandma gave me when I was little. It wasn’t a clown (THANK GOD) but it was creepy nonetheless. She crocheted a dress for it, and I spent the rest of my life in that house being terrified of my room in secret, because I didn’t want to let anyone know I was scared of the doll grandma gave me, because I didn’t want her to find out and hurt her feelings.
I’m going to have nightmares tonight.
The white clown is literally kicking the other one’s arse. That’s just too danged funny. You need to post more often.
I had one like that when I was a kid. I think my grandma made it for me. It was made out of those yo-yo things – you know, the circles of fabric drawn up with little drawstrings. His body, neck, arms and legs were all yo-yo’s. He had a scary plastic mask face and jingle bells for his hands and feet.
Despite all of that, I know my grandma loved me.
Can’t sleep, clowns will eat me…
Ok, but seriously, did you see their feet? Creepy. The hands too. I can overlook the crochet.
Tell them I hate them
Clowns are scary. And evil. Bad clowns.
Wow…I think I my dreadful old maid auntie had one of those sitting on her couch…of course it was so covered with cat hair that I can’t actually be sure of that, but they seem disturbingly familiar. Oh wait, it’s because of that reoccuring nightmare I’ve had ever since watching “killer clowns from outer space.”
Yikes
LOL. You have a gift. And I don’t mean the clowns.
It’s true, the white one has hate in his eyes and the orange one looks like he’s crying, like the white one just beat the crap out of him. Where did you find those awful, awful things? Burn them, please.
look at the evil in their eyes.
By all that is good and holy WHY??