Nope. They are evil, plain and simple. I don’t know a single child who isn’t terrified of them. I’m sorry, but I truly believe that sane, whole people don’t dream of donning rubber noses that honk and giant shoes that squeak and hanging out primarily at strangers' children’s birthday parties scaring the bejeesus out of the guest of honor.

It’s twisted.

I don’t know. Maybe I have a deeper problem with clowns than just finding them horrifying (seriously. A little John Wayne Gacy, anyone?) and I’m not being fair, but I really believe this.

I hope I didn’t just go way off topic, because I’ve never heard of clown lives matter (and by the way, WTF?)

I’m going to read the rest now. ❤

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.