So i rabi and a priest walk into a bar

So i rabi and a priest walk into a bar
everyone immediately looked at them as if something was wrong because of their "occupation'
But who ever said being a clown was
a a bad thing its like the greatest decision i've ever thought to do with my life
Big decisions don't come along everyday, so when you're asked to be ready to leave in thirty minutes, it gets the adrenaline pumping. Charlie took one look back as he stepped
his way to fitness. He'd bought Richard Simmons' "sweating to the oldies." At first it was just to get his jollies off. But the music and Richard's enthusiasm
incited something of a revolution in his moral reasoning. The polar caps of his ego melted, water of uncertainty began to rise, and though he sought high ground he found none. Jazz
music served as the soundtrack to the natural catastrophe in his brain; Charlie Parker, to be precise. Downing another shot of whiskey, he realized there was no turning back after
this. He had to leave his flat anyway as he kept played Ornithology cranked up to number 11 through the night and his neighbours had picketed the building, not letting him back in
. Fine. Let birds of a feather flock together. He built a nest in the tree outside the apartment building, turned up the volume to 12 & pooped on his neighbors' heads.

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