Day 90: I Laugh At The Clowns

Since when have clowns ever been nice and kind and fluffy creatures of joy n stuff? Well you'd be right in saying never. Because you know, I don't like that word, but clowns are just plain and darn simply evil devil spawns, sprouted from the pus that oozes from an angelic warrior fighting the hordes of unsaintly minions who serve none other than the almighty one or is that the brain.... Well they try to escape their rat cage every night and take over the world, so it could be them indeed. I have a picture to show you that shows you the revelations the world is reluctantly becoming increasingly open to. I mean seriously, come on. Like who hasn't had nightmares of Ronald and that darn purple thing. What is it?? What the hell is that damn purple poop thing and that stupid girl too. Who in their unsanitary minds could fathom such atrocious beings of distorted appearances? Ronald is just too suspicious and I think there is something with that ham-burgular. Who could possibly want ham, so why would you burgle? Ronald McDonald is a bad horror flick gone wrong; down a track of fits of laughter and shame instead of frightful screams and pain.

Dangle Like A Polar Bear, Talk To The Tree.