She was nauseated. Clearly the problem wasn't

She was nauseated. Clearly the problem wasn't what she was eating. It was what she was looking at while she was eating. It would have been better if

her boyfriend would put away the disco clown getup just once in a while. It was really hard to take anything he said seriously when he had a rainbow wig and a big red rubber nose.

She'd fight fire with fire to get him to stop. If he's a disco clown then she'd be a punk rock batman. Didn't work. A C&W sailor? No. A goth hot dog? A death metal Princess Leia?

She sat on top of her pile of useless costumes & cried her eyes out because he still wouldn't stop. She was having to learn that the only way to stop a disco clown is a jackhammer

would go backwards in time to before he could disco, and before he became an evil clown. So she danced the Jackhammer Smurf until the evil Disco Clown was only a twinkle in his

own eye. She around in shock. How could the be? That would mean that Evil Disco Clown was... was... GOD. "I have to arrest GOD", she found her amazed mind saying incredulously.

Evil Disco Clown had vanished and put another costume on. He was now dressed as Drew Peterson, who was already in jail for murdering his fourth wife. She wasn't fooled and called

the police on his ass. he so the five-o and started running he tossed the burner and the 8 ball he had. the dogs caught his ass as he tryed to wrestle them off killin one of them

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