Clown College Dropouts Have To Work Too
This video hits rather close to home for me. I too know the sting of being a clown college dropout. All of my old habits linger with me. I still wear my big floppy shoes wherever I go. Every morning I put on my big red nose and rainbow wig just so I can remember the good old days. I like to go to the park on weekends, and terrorize children just like I used to. Except no one would call the cops when I was a clown.