well gang, it's that time of year again. clown week is upon us. it seems like every summer's the same. in june, you're excited and making plans. then comes the fourth of july, and you're high on pabst blue ribbon, screaming along to mellancamp's R-O-C-K in the U-S-A and punching foreigners in the neck. then, before you know it, it's clown week.where does the time go?
when i was a little kid, i saw a clown perform at a carnival or something. i don't even remember. but the clown had these postcards that were just pictures of himself. his name was Sparkles or something. anyway, i loved that dude. he was hilarious. according to my mom, i didn't want to leave. i took two postcards from him and carried them around with me everywhere. my mom still has one of them somewhere. i'll try to find it next time i'm home. i'll take a picture and show you.
when did clowns stop being funny and start being terrifying?
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