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"To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started, and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus and a clown killed my dad."
Jack Handey
"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife." -- Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Will you please stop waving your tentacles in my face?
"To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started, and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus and a clown killed my dad."
Jack Handey
"To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started, and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus and a clown killed my dad."
Jack Handey
"To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started, and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus and a clown killed my dad."
Jack Handey
"To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started, and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus and a clown killed my dad."
Jack Handey
Isn't ichor used to describe the "blood", "ooze", "spit", or whatever other disgusting bodily (blobily?) fluid, poisonous by drinking, touching, smelling and possibly even seeing and hearing, exuded by monstruous creatures, like huge blobs with this tinge of green, in seventh-rate fantasy, as mentioned by Ursula LeGuin
This post really represents the position of violetblue. However she has purely evillygone AWOL leaving me the responsibility to present both sides of the banter.
Human is as human does....Animals don't weep, Nine
Wasn't it Albert Walter Oscar Lawson, who had an irresistable craving for a anchovy weiner olive and lutefisk pizza and HAD to leave to get one or DIE of the crave?
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go