NOTE: Getteth thine kiddies hence! (Translation: today's post is not for the youngun's!)
These clowns seem pretty excited about their cupcakes.
No, I mean really excited.
No, no. I mean REALLY excited.
"What are we doing? Who - us? Uh...nothing? Yeah, nothing. Nothing at all. Sooo....yeah. Listen, can you close that door again on your way out? And turn the Jimmy Buffett CD back on? Thanks. Yeah. You, too. Ok, then. Bye!"
"So I says to her, 'hey, baby, don't let the tiny clown car fool you; it's not the way you throw the cream pie, it's the way you put the tutu on the dog!' And she was all, 'What?' and I was like, 'never mind.' Yeah."
And then, just when you thought it couldn't get any worse...
Something like this comes along:
[whistling]
Ok, now that you've clicked on the picture to see it full size - care to join me in a "I could've gone my whole life without seeing clown tinkle toys" scream? Groovy.
AAAAAAUUUUGGGHHH!!
Keith R., Will B., Jane O., Amy F., & Nicole V., I nominate "tinkle toys" as the new clown-bits euphemism for 2010. Any seconds?
- Related Wreckage: Coulrophobia Cakes
Note: The tinkle toys in the last picture were supposed to be buttons. Pink buttons.