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.
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.
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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My son Bret was scared to death of cowboy hats when he was a little boy. I have no idea why! There were a lot of cowboy hats being worn in my family at the time (circa 1987-88) and when my dad, my brother Cody, brother-in-law David, father-in-law Omer or anybody else wearing a large hat would come into Bret's line of sight, my little boy would begin screaming and bawling like, well, like what he was . . . a baby!!! Peggy and I never figured out what it was about cowboy hats that upset Bret so much.
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