I don’t know why I like the Sad Clowns so. Ever since Housemate #1 acquired the painting of the clowns sitting on clouds of bald ogre-type man-heads I have liked them.
Clowns are the poor occasion’s Santa. They come out for birthdays and country fairs – things which become less awesome as we grow old. So it seems appropriate that these clowns should appear so despondent. Which is just why I like them. They are my friends. No matter how miserable I feel they always look worse and I love them for it. And I thought the Sad Clowns should cheer other people up too. So I created the below motivational poster.
Good on you Sad Clown and little midget-Sad Clown. You make me live!
4 thoughts on “Sad Clowns make me live”
Look, your motivational slogan is sort of stupidly awesome, but you should know, I am NOT COOL with your arbitrary housemate numbering AT ALL.
Love from housemate number 2 (or number 1???!)
That’s exactly the type of comment I’d expect from Housemate #2.
I always knew I was Number One…
Hmmm, unless you’re number 3?…
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