My apartment block got wrecked in an enormous thunderstorm the other night. Drains flooded. Fragrant. In amongst the Red Cross vans and the Disaster Relief trucks (I'm not kidding), there was a bloody CLOWN!!! Why was there a clown? To cheer up the children of the water-sodden apartments...
And to scare the pants off the coulrophobic that also tries to live there...
This is too scary. You can imagine my reaction when returning home from work to be greeted by a begreasepainted grinning minion of Satan. Now I'm scared to go out of my flat. What if he's lurking in the bushes after he's finished his day shift with the modelling balloons?
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