Attack of the Giant Penises

Yep.

Fucking clowns, anyway.

Even our kids are afraid of 'em.

Oh - we ran into a clown at the IHop restaurant a couple of months ago. (It's in my How=-to story).

I swear to god - this guy made balloon animals and he really freaked us out.

But we took it as a good omen before the Jayhawks played.

But it was weird as all get out, ya know?

I'm sorry, but a guy wearing a big grin, in baggy clothes and with creepy eyes making phallic symbols and giving them to little children...

Perv alert! :catroar:
 
Laughing.

Hubby was there.

The clown was named Fumbles, of all things.

He made a ray gun for young son, a teddy bear for daughter, roses for me, and a Jayhawk for hubby. We tipped him. Damndest thing.

Fumbles...snerk.

Prolly on his best behavior 'cause hubby would'a kicked his baggy-pantsed ass.

They're still creepy. :p
 
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