Why I REALLY hate clowns!

I never really like clowns...they try to hard to make you laugh and to be honest...they looked stupid or scary with make up on their faces....not to mention the clothes -- fashion police! Growing up...my brother had one of these boping things....of course i wasn't allowed to hit it (when he was home! ha)

The idea was to hit it as often as you wanted. Maybe it was supposed to help you learn to box; if so, I was a miserable failure. In any case, this opponent was a pushover — literally. It never tried to fight back, never defended itself, never got mad at me. Always smiling and standing still, it presented a beautiful target I could pummel to my heart’s content. But a funny thing happened with the boxing clown. I lost every fight I had with it.I was the one doing the punching and the knocking down. I was the one who should have won. But the clown had a secret. Because of its round bottom, it never stayed knocked over. No matter how many times I punched the clown’s lights out, it always came back upright. By the end of the fight, I was exhausted. Punched out and worn out, I was ready to quit. But my opponent, the clown, still stood there, smiling that infuriating grin at me. when I left the room, I sometimes imagined it raising its arms in victory behind my back — smiling all the while, of course.
focus on the family artical

but i did have the clown additon of "Weebles Wobble But They Don't Fall Down"

same concept, smaller version...................i think i finally got mad and burried them in the backyard -- a few years later the dog dug them up.....

this time i dug the hole DEEPER!

MY ADULT NIGHTMARE is going to a Tulsa Resturant and finding this clown and trying to eat a meal? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?