I am pleased and horrified that I am #1 and #2 on Google if you search the words “angry clowns”.
The funniest thing is that it leads you to a post I wrote a while back about my friend Beth, who dressed up as a clown for Halloween in college, and ended up bitching out some guys who spilled beer on my kitchen floor. In full clown-makeup.
Oh no. Not clowns.
Angry clowns are worse than just regular clowns, right, Dan?
Definitely.
Although the sad ones bother me too. Clowns are supposed to be funny, right? So why would they think that a crying clown will make us laugh? And why are they crying anyway? Out of chloroform for their next victim.
No clowns is good clowns.
I hate clowns.
But not as much as I hate mimes. And giant puppets.
hahaha
Robin Williams, when he went to Juilliard, made extra money by doing mime outside the NY public library – and tells hilarious stories about it, basically along the lines of: “Nobody likes a mime. NOBODY likes a mime. People get right up in your face and say, ‘Oooooooh, you’re in a BOX … ooooh, you big stupid mime, are you in the wind now?? You goin’ up some stairs??”
I suppose you have to hear him do it, but it’s pretty damn funny.
You are all a bunch of clownist bigots. What did they ever do to you?
*Hums “We Shall Overcome”*
I’m really more of a mime bigot.
Gaint puppets. Never thought of that. Big menacing marionettes lurching about in a herky-jerky evil way. That’s no good either.
I hate clowns, ever since I saw Brian Dennehy play John Wayne Gacy and say, in full clown makeup: “Don’t you know, Mr. Policeman, that a clown can get away with murder?”
By the way, the Kansas City Star once did a story on clowns and reached into the archives for a stock photo of a clown. Guess who they picked.
Bill – that is just TOO MUCH
The weird thing is, I only dressed up like a clown, because I had the costume since my sisters and I were little kids, and, being 5’2″, it still fit me. I hate clowns. They do nothing for me, I find them annoying. But for most of sixth grade, I wanted to be one when I grew up. Go figure.
Clowns, mimes, marionettes- all child’s play compared to ventriloquist dummies. Pure evil, I tell ya.
Don’t look at me. I didn’t do it.
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