When I was a baby, some sick bastard bought me a dancing clown puppet. As soon as my parents put it in my line of sight, I screamed my fool head off until they took it away.
My feelings have not changed.
For a while now, I've had a folder on my computer entitled "Clowns: Proof of Evil." I thought perhaps in sharing these images with the world, I can make some of you understand what so many of us instinctively know - that clowns are evil.
I'm not expecting anyone to read this except for maybe a few of my friends. But if you've wandered by and said to yourself, "Wow, it's like this blogger can see into my soul!" please drop a comment. There can never be too many soldiers in the army against the grease-painted smiles.
(Please note - most of these pictures are not mine. I don't honestly know where I got a lot of them, and thus they're being used without permission. If you recognize your work and want credit or want it removed, just say so and I'll gladly do what you wish.)
The Air(brush)ing Of Grievances
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According to my calendar, minions, this is the week we're supposed to write
our letters to Santa. Which makes sense if you think about it; Santa needs
ti...
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