Hey, remember the circus? They had wild, exotic animals. The animals were trained to do all sorts of amazing tricks. The circus had lion tamers who stuck their heads inside the lions’ mouths like crazed dentists. The circus had dancing elephants. There were guys and dolls eating fire.
… I’d bring down the house — literally.
There would be no survivors. There would be no mercy. I’d make Genghis Khan look like the cross-dressing, girly, pony-obsessed dweeb he was. If Stalin saw my circus he’d tell me to seek professional help then slowly back out of the room. Cats and dogs would rain from the heavens and fire and brimstone would rise from the Earth. There would be blood, and pain, as you cannot imagine.
But other than that we’d have a lovely time.
The Borderline Sociopathic gymnast fears only two things: pigeons and sneezing.
By the way, impress your friends and win bar bets by knowing the name of that circus music they’re playing on the soundtrack: Sobre las Olas by Juventino Rosas.
(Thanks to our friends at Within the Crainium for sending that one along)
(Thanks to Mark Sherman for sending that one along)