
imagine this
Friday, July 24, 2009
you're going on about your business, doing simple tasks such as dusting and sweeping. You reach to sweep under a table, a table you have moved and swept under many times. Your broom comes out only to bring with it a clown's nose. It's almost creepy if I think about it too much.
USELESS FACT: I never liked clowns. They scared me as much as Santa Claus. One time I went to the circus with Hope and her family. The clowns came out and started doing their thing. I started bawling. The stupid clown thought coming over to me and playing with me would make it better. I threw my head into Hope's mother's lap and started screaming. The genius finally figured out he was the one making me cry and left me alone.

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