I hate Mondays

Can you call in terrified to work?

Aren't you feeding that clown?

He's nothing but skin and bones! ...and a goofy red nose.



I must say I think the red nose and the skull balloons are nice touches. It's a well-done tattoo if you ignore the fact that it's a reanimated clown skeleton.

I clearly failed history for a reason.

Because despite all those years of tutoring and summer school, I have absolutely no recollection of shit like this showing up in my books:

Happy belated Valentine's!

I hope everyone had a great Vday, even though it's a ridiculous "holiday" created by the greeting card companies to rake in extra cash, etc.

My valentine to you:

Nature's perfect predator:

the invisible clown.



Swiped from my new favorite site, Why Did You Buy Me That?, which chronicles peoples' "favorite" horrible gifts. You may be saying, "But it's the thought that counts!" but sometimes the thought seems to be "I secretly and passive-aggressively hate you."

So what's that little cube of fat?

I knew it was suspect. It's a little bit of clown in every can, isn't it?!



And there's more than one version of this horror!



Suddenly I'm thinking of going vegan.

We all scream for ice cream clowns.

Well, really, we all scream because of them.

Minimalist yet still terrifying

And hugely unappetizing.



I can't say for sure, but I probably got this from Cake Wrecks. I mean, LOOK at it.