I didn’t think dad had been photographed in his “special day” outfit.
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At Some Point, You Will Have My Poop In Your Hands.
2 comments:
I never quite understood the extreme fear of clowns. Don't get me wrong, they do look a bit creepy... but come on.
But kc!, look at this guy. That face says he wants to cut a child into pieces, eat half of them and then rape the rest.
I wasn't even particularly scared by the Poltergeist clown, but this guy...
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