Never take candy from strangers. NO EXCEPTIONS.

This reminds me of my childhood. My dad took me to a parade because there would be ponies and pony rides, and I loved these things. However, the ponies were escorted by MOTHERFUCKING CLOWNS. I clung to his pant leg and declined offers to ride the pony, to feed the pony a carrot or to take a piece of candy from his creepy-ass clown self.

I just don't love ponies as much as I hate clowns. And if you knew how much I love ponies, you'd know how much that's saying.

Undecided.

Is this the rare benign, almost-cute clown? Or is there something sinister in those rosy cheeks and the face eerily reminiscent of the original Magic Roundabout - a show almost certainly conceived on some pretty strong drugs?

While it's a nicely-executed cake, I still find it strangely unsettling.

Benched.

Someone on LiveJournal found this winner at a thrift shop. One of those things that defies hilarious commentary. I don't...I just don't know.

200th scary clown!

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This is the UK cover of Baby-Sitters Club #56, Keep Out, Claudia! Sadako, if you're still reading this, consider this a shout-out!

Also, damn, these covers are even creepier than the crap Hodges Soileau churned out for the US versions...

Something red, shiny, shaped like a penis.

Methinks Bozo is compensating for something...

Pennywise: the early years

Damien, Carol-Anne, Rhoda...none of those kids are as creepy as this little demon.