...I thought it would be nothing but glory. You know, the glory of being a clown. I tell you, it's hard, tiring work. But when I see the smiles on their little faces, I just know they're getting ready to jab me with something.
- mirilidium, waking up with this quote on his mind and feeling the need to share it with all
I keep saying "I moved here from canada, and they think I'm slow, eh" But I think it's just 'cause my Fiance is canadian and I like to say it to him constantly.
On Sat, 20 Oct 2001 10:25:36 -0400, mirilidium wrote:
Aww, being a clown sucks. You get kicked by kids, bit by dogs, and admired by the elderly. Who am I clowning? I have no business being a clown! I'm leaving the clowning business to all the other clowns in the clowning business!
Life imitates art. At my niece's 4th birthday party, I wore a Barney suit. And I got away with it. She didn't figure it out until much later. She had several of her friends from her pre-school class at the party. And some of the moms, too.
Anyway, during the party, some little kid grabbed my groin. Really hard. I couldn't even see him, because the Barney costume had two little eye holes that had limited vision. Then I heard someone say: "Now Joey, I said no grabbing private parts. And that includes Barney's private parts." Then I heard my brother's voice: "Aaron, are you OK?" I was, and the party continued.