Birthday Clown

I’m not a fan of clowns. When I was a little kid, I was. I don’t know what changed. I guess I just started to realize that people dressed up to look like happy hobos are strange. They also throw pies at you (wasteful) and are kind of annoying. And it seems to me that most of them are sad on the inside. I don’t know. Maybe clowns were created by some sort of cult. In the photo above, I was totally stoked to have that clown at my party. I guess I just didn’t know what that creature was capable of. Now when I think of clowns, I think of stuff like this below:

Evil Clown