Albino Willie and the queen clown - Barbara Walters (Albino's step-mom, I am sure), elephants, dinosaurs, cake, Patton (controversial, I know), Jordan and breakfast tacos. And my mom.
About me: As the southern Alabaman proverb so astutely states, "When in doubt... continue doubting." And I doubt all things Clown. Growing up, I, like many other slightly inbred children like me, naviely trusted Clowns. Life was easy when all we knew of these miscreants/wrongdoers/delinquents was party hats, magic tricks and ballon animals. Little did we know that all things wrong with our world - economically, politically, emotionally - derived from these red-nosed, donkey lovers. Anyone that must paint their face has something to hide; something so sinister and dark and ill-conceived that they are forced to paint their emotionally scarred faces. Many people ask me if I hunt Clowns for fun. My answer - you bet your ass I do. But it's much more than that. It's simply the right and moral thing to do. Even the Bible makes such references to Clowns. When the early Corinthians battled Persia for control of the early spice trade, Clowns were actually the ignitors of mass violence and widespread noisemakers. So here's the deal - Clowns hate our way of life. And freedom. They (and Al Qaeda) hate freedom. Sure, we could treat the Clowns like our Mexican friends to the south and build a fence around them, but that's exactly what the Clowns want. Something stupid to play with. Let's end this once and for all and take the battle to them - Time to go hunt some Clowns.
"no i do honey... i wish that happy s.o.b. would give sarah a baloon animal... i got a loaded 45 that'll make that happy motherfucker sad'er than shitty fred... real quick like..."---[t]
