Wednesday, January 28, 2004

Look at this freaking clown. If I saw that on my cereal I'd ask my mom why she wanted to kill me. When I'm eating breakfast I don't want to feel like the killer clowns from outer space are just waiting for me to eat the arsenic.

Posted by Tim at 1/28/2004

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