Certain things scare me. A nuclear holocaust. The power of the Federal Reserve Board. Rick Perry.
But a couple of things freak me out as much as our nation’s political, economic and ecological future.
Clowns. Only Rudolph should wear a big red nose, and even then, I tend to want to hand him a tissue. And what’s with the make-up? If clowns are fun and benevolent, why are they hiding behind that stuff?
Mimes. Anyone who pretends to be trapped in a box and doesn’t try to bust out needs help, both literal and psychological.
China dolls. I am convinced these perfectly styled little girls come alive at night and stand over their owners with hat pins. Why on earth would anyone want to collect an entire room of them?
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Today is Monkey Day. I’m not sure what we’re supposed to celebrate about the monkey. I can get behind a sock monkey, but that one with cymbals? Well, let’s just say he’s in league with the clowns, mimes and china dolls.
