Remember when you were little and you used to go to birthday parties? Remeber how there would be cake and ice cream? How you all used to crowd around the birthday boy and/or girl and scream "I WISH I HAD THAT!" every time they opened a present? Remember the relay races, the party dresses and the big balloons?
Remember the clowns?
Ah, the clowns. The ones with the big orange wigs, the huge floppy shoes, the red, round noses and stripped, funny clothes. Remember how they used to bring the balloons and make them into funny animals for you? And how they'd call up an assistant, or make a handkercheif seem 10 miles long?
Of course you do.
But you don't know the truth. You don't know who sent these clowns out, do you?
I know who sent them.
Now I will tell you.
Yes. The Men In Black.
These clowns observe your every move. The watch you carefully to tell if you are a secret gov't child (like I am) or if you're just plain weird (as my adopted sister is). Sometimes, if you aren't careful, a clown will kidnap you and bring you to Russia, where they will whip you and give you prison virus, like they did to my father. Of course, Dad-o wasn't abducted by a clown, he was caught by the bald man on the horsie. What I am trying to say is simple: DON'T EVER GET NEAR A CLOWN! Don't look at a clown! And DON'T let a clown look at you! if you have a gun handy, shoot the clown! Don't let it live!
Thank you for you time.
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