Head Clown says...
The highest degree of self-censorship ever self-imposed by a selfless clown occurred on April 23, 1994, at Calgary's Hotel Matador by Clown Gaylord Glebeholme of High Hempstead, Alberta. While lunching in the dinner hall before a breakfast meeting of the Cattlewoman's Annual Meeting of Annual Man Eaters, Clown Glebeholm experienced 7,978 electrochemical mental processes in just over 22 minutes. Of these, 3,467 were daydreams and 569 were snippets of subconscious flotsam and jetsam. The remaining 3,942 mental forms involved very naughty thoughts about Glebeholm's server, Pamela Vroombucket.
Mr. Glebeholme was tempted to publish his mostly naughty thoughts in a Kindle trilogy, but knowing that discretion is the better part of valour, he kept his mischievous fantasies to himself.
At one point, a time-traveling clown named Jay Anon, himself a mind-reader from Planet Sterling, appeared underneath Glebeholme's table with an unlit cigarette in his snout, grunting, and barking, and shouting "Sieg Heil." In an attempt to appease, Pamela Vroombucket lit Jay Anon's smoke; unfortunately, the time-taveling clown spontaneously combusted—adding to the approximately 200 cited cases worldwide over the past 300 years. Miraculously, there were no other casualties. Honk.
The highest degree of self-censorship ever self-imposed by a selfless clown occurred on April 23, 1994, at Calgary's Hotel Matador by Clown Gaylord Glebeholme of High Hempstead, Alberta. While lunching in the dinner hall before a breakfast meeting of the Cattlewoman's Annual Meeting of Annual Man Eaters, Clown Glebeholm experienced 7,978 electrochemical mental processes in just over 22 minutes. Of these, 3,467 were daydreams and 569 were snippets of subconscious flotsam and jetsam. The remaining 3,942 mental forms involved very naughty thoughts about Glebeholm's server, Pamela Vroombucket.
Mr. Glebeholme was tempted to publish his mostly naughty thoughts in a Kindle trilogy, but knowing that discretion is the better part of valour, he kept his mischievous fantasies to himself.
At one point, a time-traveling clown named Jay Anon, himself a mind-reader from Planet Sterling, appeared underneath Glebeholme's table with an unlit cigarette in his snout, grunting, and barking, and shouting "Sieg Heil." In an attempt to appease, Pamela Vroombucket lit Jay Anon's smoke; unfortunately, the time-taveling clown spontaneously combusted—adding to the approximately 200 cited cases worldwide over the past 300 years. Miraculously, there were no other casualties. Honk.
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