Hey, it wasn't a bad idea when I scraped it on the side of somebody's car at the bowling alley with a broken bottle. Sometimes I get the idea to invent thing
s and then eventually I wake up and I can't remember my father. I'm not sure why my sphincter's sore every time, but I think there's a tiny clown with black patch disease hiding in my bunghole trying his hand at balloon animals; because there's usually one of them hanging out of the ol' brown eye. I've never seen a balloon with a resevior tip, but you get the idea. That's the last time I try to brain storm at a church lock-in. Those crazy christians...My wife just had a birthday party this weekend. Her and her friends decided (like they do every year) that the best way to celebrate any
thing is to get drunk and say "yay" a lot. The word "party" actually translates "let's find an excuse to get plastered". Don't want anyone judging your alcoholism? Tell them you're having a party. They'll understand.....They'll probably even try and join the party.
Then, everyone can find and kill that damn clown.





















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Congratulations - Yours was the blog that while reading at work I made a gasping noise which made co-workers this I was choking and to pacify them I had to show them the picture of the clown and admit to reading blogs while at work.
If I get fired I blame you.
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