A clown named Fumbles made me a balloon Jayhawk at breakfast this morning.

[Guest]

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[only_more_so]

We're gonna win.

Win what?

 

[Guest]

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[rgraham666]

I'd call that a good omen.

 

[Guest]

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[JagFarlane]

I hope so.

I'd post a picture but I'm at a frickin' library right now!!!!!

Ahem.

LOL yea I know how that goes. Way back when I lived on ship...I used to spend a lot of time over at Starbucks [enough that I had a monthly subscription to T-Mobile wireless] Surprisingly enough...they didn't mind that I would camp out there for 5-6hrs

 

[cheerful_deviant]

Well that, or something out of a Stephen King novel.

Pennywise... *shiver* Now that's not a good omen.

 

[jomar]

1. Balloons belong on the fetish thread.

2. No you're not.

 

[Guest]

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[jomar]

Yes, we are.

Are not.

 

[Jenny_Jackson]

I'm not sure that Clowns AND Baloons don't need their own Thread. Together they are pretty perverse. OH THE IMAGES!!!

 

[only_more_so]

http://kuathletics.cstv.com/sports/m-baskbl/sched/kan-m-baskbl-sched.html

The Final Four college basketball game tonight against University of North Carolina.

Hey - when a clown makes you a balloon animal, it's gotta be fate, right?

Well that, or something out of a Stephen King novel.

But I'm going for fate.

Well, if it were Football, having Fumbles make you anything would be a bad omen. For Basketball, probably not that bad.

 

[3113]

Well, if it were Football, having Fumbles make you anything would be a bad omen. For Basketball, probably not that bad.

AH! Good point. Do we take the name of the clown into account in considering this omen? http://bestsmileys.com/thinking/4.gif

And I think we should write up this Stephen King story. I'll start:

Sarahh always took her breakfast at the local diner, even on mornings like this when the fog was so thick around her small, Maine-like town that it was impossible to see past it. She was sitting at the counter, arguing sports with Jomar. "We're gonna win," she insisted, supporting her team. "Are not," he countered, and drank his Sunkist orange juice. Jenny Jackson the tired waitress served up coffee with insults, and Rob Graham sat quietly eating his eggs and reading the town newspaper.

And then he came. He walked in through the door dragging a chipped red metal bottle of air behind him, a handful of limp, rubber balloons in had. "Good morning, all!" he said cheerfully, grinning wider than was possible thanks to his painted mouth. "I'm Fumbles! Fumbles the clown!"

I'm scared already. Anyone care to continue?

 

[tickledkitty]

A clown named Fumbles? I think I know him.

 

[NoJo]

Hey - when a clown makes you a balloon animal, it's gotta be fate, right?

Yes, my past three long-term relationships have all begun either with a clown making me a balloon animal, except once with a clown dowsing me with petrol.

 

[DesertPirate]

Monday night UNC vs. Memphis

*ducks*

 

[rgraham666]

AH! Good point. Do we take the name of the clown into account in considering this omen? http://bestsmileys.com/thinking/4.gif

And I think we should write up this Stephen King story. I'll start:

Sarahh always took her breakfast at the local diner, even on mornings like this when the fog was so thick around her small, Maine-like town that it was impossible to see past it. She was sitting at the counter, arguing sports with Jomar. "We're gonna win," she insisted, supporting her team. "Are not," he countered, and drank his Sunkist orange juice. Jenny Jackson the tired waitress served up coffee with insults, and Rob Graham sat quietly eating his eggs and reading the town newspaper.

And then he came. He walked in through the door dragging a chipped red metal bottle of air behind him, a handful of limp, rubber balloons in had. "Good morning, all!" he said cheerfully, grinning wider than was possible thanks to his painted mouth. "I'm Fumbles! Fumbles the clown!"

I'm scared already. Anyone care to continue?

Rob Graham looked up from behind his paper, fixed the clown with a sardonic gaze. "Buddy," he said. "You're in a Stephen King story. Do you know how much not fun those are for the character's in it? If you leave now the story's over and nothing will happen."

Fumbles blinked at that oracular statement. He turned and left.

Everyone returned to their breakfast activities. The Jayhawks won that afternoon.

The End​

Shortest thing King ever wrote. I wish he'd do it more often.

 

[Guest]

Wow... so Fumbles is also a magician? Cool!

What's life like as a balloon Jayhawk?



Sidenote: why the hell was a clown at your breakfast?

 

[Guest]

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[Guest]

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[ABSTRUSE]

I read that as a clown gave you a balloon for Jaywalking.

 

[Guest]

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[ABSTRUSE]

Got a hankering for clowns, do ya?

I love their sense of fashion.

 

[rgraham666]

Got a hankering for clowns, do ya?

Morning sweetie.

At the library again?

 

[Guest]

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