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 . . .

San Francisco Has Banned . . .

Putting toys in children's meals that do not meet nutritional guidelines.



Some see this as an assault on the inalienable right to feed your children cwap for lunch. I see it as a step in stopping the infiltration of clowns into society.

This kid understands . . .when she grows up she will vote to ban clowns from fast food restaurants!

Be ever vigilant, clowns are sneaky!

Another Halloween Treasure

Just sort of sums up everything that is wrong with clowns - that magic place where happy and psychotic meet up.

There Are No Words . . .

To describe what is easily the world's strangest sweater! You know it's bad when the clown is the most normal part.

Nobody At The Ad Agency . . .

Could figure out why this new ad campaign wasn't working . . .

"All the kids in the focus group were screaming. That's good isn't it?"



The good old days when having "sugar" in the title was a good thing. Two bowls of this and you felt and acted like this goggle-eyed goon!

I'm Sorry . . .

But, I have to say it . . .

(you can leave now, no harm, no foul . . . )

Okay, you were warned . . .

She's obviously KooKoo for Coco's Stuff!



Yes, those wonderful childhood memories of clowns out behind the Big Top!

Newsflash!

Clown Eats Man <------ Old News



However,

Man Eats Clown . . .

It's Almost Halloween!!

Time for the kids to dress up in scary, creepy costumes!

Time to send in the clowns!

If you open your door to this frantic, over-caffeinated little freak, you have only yourself to blame . . .



Too bubbly for you? Try something a bit more from the Michael Meyer School of Clownination.



Just hand over the candy and I won't be back later with an axe . . . or maybe I will . . . I haven't decided yet . . .

Bozo Gets Bad News . . .

From his bookie . . .



Alright kiddies, who wants to play a game? Go get mommy's checkbook . . .

Just Another . . .

Creepy, awkward photo of clowns posing with tense scared children.

An afternoon at the television show,



A lifetime in therapy . . .

Compare the two photos. Coincidence? I think not!

Bozo and His Minions

Gathered to discuss world clownination . . .



Contact your congressman to pass laws to prohibit clown clots from forming.

Khildren of the Klownz . . .

A young accolyte in the Bozo division of the International Clown Cabal. That grin is unsettling.



I think the parents should be reported to Child Protective Services. That is, if they are not stuffed in a closet somewhere.

I Think I'm Being Clowned . . .

It's sort of like being swarmed, but with clowns . . . made of cake . . .

All I did was make some utterly innocent comments on Facebook about how I was going to intercept some luscious baked goods being sent by one friend and blogmate to another. The reason was ostentibly that the second blogmate has "won" a contest being held by the first. Well, that is simply impossible. Those cookies are MINE, MINE, MINE!!!

I was sulking and plotting when this appeared outside my door.



Okay, creepy, but no reason to panic. I am used to seeing clowns in unexpected places. I picked off the weird candy eyes, wiped that smug frosting smile off his face and then I ate him.

But, then I went into my office and there they were:



The Cheerio hair, the wormy smiles . . . ::shudder::

It took an entire pot of tea to get this batch down. Luckily, the baker knew how to keep the cake light and fluffy. That immediately made me suspicious. However, the truly talented baker I have in mind would never use sour gummy worms on buttercream frosting. So, my suspicions went elsewhere.

Then the threat came through loud and clear!



A plate of dead clown cupcakes sitting on top of my washer. With fruit roll-ups masquerading as bacon for the vapid smiles. Luckily, I was able to fake out my dogs and they believed the bacon story.

As I type, I am showing those cupcakes who is boss. But, funny, I'm not hungry for cookies any more . . .

The End of Days . . .

Is upon us. 700 grinning freaks assembled at the clown convention in Mexico City to try and break the record for laughing . . .



Check out the hellish freak waving around the broken baby doll at the :20 mark. 700 cretinous creeps in one place, forcing awkward laughter. I'm surprised they didn't accidentally cause a tear between dimensions!

Budget Cuts . . .

Have led to a serious downgrade of the Federal Secret Witness Program . . .



Seriously, you would have to be a Bozo to think this was a good idea. I can't decide who is creepier, the adults or the little Bozo-spawn.