Headquarters For "Why I Fear Clowns" Has Moved!

In my ongoing efforts to thwart the International Clown Cabal, I've moved the blog to a secured and fortified bunker in the Midwest that can only be entered by proving you have normal-sized feet and a non-ball-shaped nose with nostrils.

Okay, actually I've joined the MotiNetwork of humorous photo blogs.

You can find more clown-foolery than ever before at:

"Why I Fear Clowns"

You can upload your own clown-shots, comment on the pics and vote for your favs.

I'm also shamelessly soliciting a little love to the clown Facebook page. That way you don't have to come to the clowns, they come directly to you . . .

Why I Fear Clowns - Facebook

Thanks to everyone who helped make this blog so fun and successful and here's to many more years of scary laughs on the creepy clown continuum.

Terri

Let Me Hear Your Opinion and Vote . . .

What's in the container? Martinis, I vote for martinis . . .



A generation of children raised by this drunken creep clown. Yet one more way our parents scarred us for life!

Got A Girlfriend You Need To Mess With?

Print this out life-size and tape it the outside of her bedroom window . . .



Unless, of course, she owns firearms. That could be dangerous. Very dangerous.

Existential Crisis Clown . . .

Needs a hug . . .



"An existential crisis is a stage of development at which an individual questions the very foundations of his or her life: whether their life has any meaning, purpose or value."

Message to the painter: "The answer to the above question is NO."

Someone Asked Me . . .

If there were any clown paintings that I like.

The answer is "yes."

This isn't it . . .

The "Ewww" Series Continues . . .

With this creepy entry from (of all people) Norman-freaking-Rockwell!



A creepy clown awkwardly comforts an uncomfortable-looking young runaway.

"Here, here, clown white washes right off. Now, we don't need to tell anyone you were here . . . especially my parole officer."

A Time To Be Thankful . . .

That this freak didn't show up for Thanksgiving dinner,



Unless he is a member of the family, then you have more problems than a blog can solve . . .