I know it's trendy to hate clowns, but I really do. They creep me out. Especially middle aged, sweaty, depressed ones.
I understand completely, Sweets, and that is precisely why I stopped wearing my fluorescent red wig and size 47 shoes. The sweating and depression are proving to be a bit of a challenge, but I look very nice now.
I'm glad you gave up the red wig and boat shoes. There are always medication for depression, but no amount of valium will change the fact that when it comes down to it, "not everyone loves a clown".
... and especially a clown on Valium. They don't share.
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