One is the loneliest number...

I can't imagine why people run from him.

Someone buy this kid an Xbox.

He's clearly got the right attitude.

You can shower all you want.

After being hit on by this thing, you'll never feel clean again.

Embracing the dark side of clownship, or just unimpressed with his costume?

Either way, I wouldn't want to sleep in that house. I just don't trust that kid.

Also, speaking of clowns called "Patches" (was Patches the Clown a thing at some point?), have a bonus link:

http://losangeles.backpage.com/AntiquesForSale/3800-patches-the-clown-authentic-painting-by-john-wayne-gacy-in/8957630

I was going to post it on its own, but tragically, there's no picture. But damn, if I had $3,800 to piss away, I'd totally buy it.

I'm not sure what the heck happened to that kid...

But I think the clown is to blame.

Sometimes the simplest things are the creepiest.

Observe Exhibit A.

I love it when the images come pre-captioned.

Connect the dots.

To discover a picture OF EVIL.

I get high with a little help from my friends.

Honestly, if I were him, I probably would, too.

Potayto, potahto

Call 'em "jokers" all you want, but they're still clowns.

Frosty the Snowclown...

...appears to be a raging alcoholic. (And is, curiously, a candle. A snowman candle. Makes sense to me.)

I was right all along. But it's not a monster.

Turns out there was an evil clown in my closet all these years.