In the Nevada desert, sits the Clown Motel.

In the Nevada desert, sits the Clown Motel. It has spacious accommodations, welcomes bikers, and dish tv. It also has an abandoned miner's graveyard. It was a steal for $900,000. O

-r was it? The first night after buying the Clown Motel, Charlie could not sleep. Pies were being thrown in room 11, and the ghosts of miners haunted the ice machine. Clown cars

were making fun of guests instead of making them laugh and if that wasn't enough - little, creepy, laughing newborns had a rehearsal in

the play room. It was a special night for all. The murder-mystery dinner party guests dined on bloody steaks and fingerling potatoes while they watched the creepy scenes unfold.

It began with the murder-mystery party host, plump Lord Threebutts, dying upon imbibing his drink which obviously was poisoned. The guests just had to know: was his name justified?

Some of the selfies would even embarrass James Franco." Then, out of nowhere, Randy Orton, slithering like the snake he is, RKO'd Col. Custard through a large table. Poison isn't

Something Dr. Plotinus felt would make a suitable folded story. He chose to be an antihero and that Randy Orton to dinner at the Balanika Restaurant. The menu featured several

seamonkeys he recognized as being part of Detective Manatee’s entourage. They were delicious. Dr. Plotinus told Randy Orton about an abandoned amusement park Dr. Sardonicus had dre

amed up and built. The park’s thrill rides were really thrilling: safety belts and harnesses would open deliberately and unexpectedly. Remarkably, the park had few repeat visitors.