Pennywise you bastard!!!
 

Took a nap after work and had weird dreams of that freaking backwards clown you posted a picture of.

That weird baby with the adult face was Salvador Dali and he was squirting a bottle at me and those clown tits had eyebrows and the nipples were winking at me.

If I go psycho there’s going to be hell to pay. Hell I say dammit. :cuss:

Now I'm in this wierd post nap, bad dream funk and I'm getting picked up in a 1/2 hour to go out.

I'll get you my pretty, and your little dog too.

That's some funny shit right there.

I remember my sociology teacher in college explaining his theory on why humans have fear of heights, snakes, spiders and what not.

In a nutshell he said it was passed down from generation to generation after seeing someone fall or get bitten or poisoned from a bite.

I’m not getting this whole clown thing. I wonder if it’s a repressed memory that I don’t wish to revisit.

I’m going out and getting drunk and biting some girls in the ass. That’s my therapy.

So someone in my family was abducted by aliens?

Why does that really not surprise me much? :hmmm:

Hmmm, I'll have to ask my grandmother if she ever knew of a relative being raped by a werewolf while it's singing Billy Ocean's "Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car." It'd explain some things.

KTHXBYE