Thursday, August 12, 2004

There's nothing sadder than a clown without his camel.

Don't you totally hate it when you're a clown, and you're in Germany, and your pet camel jumps in front of a train and gets smashed? Yeah, me too. Right now, while he's real sad, he should get someone to paint his picture on full clown regalia of course, complete with smile drawn on in red, directly over his downturned heartbroken clown lips. With a sort of hazy homage in the background to Roccy, the dearly departed camel. That would be so cool.
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