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04/29/2003

I am 99% finished with the “Family Business” recap, so relax, it will be here tomorrow. Yeah, I know I said today, but I figured, I could put it up after lunch, but then you’d all be jonesing for an entry all morning, and I don’t wanna deal with anyone getting the DT’s over missing entries.

Funny story.

My friend Lee came over to work yesterday to drop off a check for some Grateful Dead tickets, or rather the Dead, I suppose. Anyway, he told me he had a good time this past weekend.

It seems he and some friends were down in DC at a bar on Saturday night, when a few clowns walked in. Yep. Face paint, large shoes, and all. They sat at the bar, had a few drinks, when Lee walked over and started talking to them.

It seems, once a year, these regular people all dress up as clowns and go out to bars. As this clown is relating this story, ten more clowns show up.

Flash forward to later in the evening, where Lee is chatting up these two clowns. One clown was a blonde from DC, and her friend, was an Asian from Jenkintown, PA, near where Lee lives.

So they’re talking and drinking, and drinking and talking, and it’s getting late, and DCclown asks Lee if he wants to come back to her apartment. Lee says sure, and says goodbye to his friends.

One friend asked him if he was sure he wanted to do this, and Lee said, “Of course. How often does a chance like this present itself?”

True enough.

So Lee, DCclown, and Asianclown go back to DCclown’s apartment where the clowns get out of there costumes and makeup, and they all drink some more. DCclown invites Lee up to her bedroom, and of course, he follows.

She begins unbuttoning his shirt, and he begins taking off hers. They start kissing and he feels another pair of hands on his chest.

“Surprise,” whispers Asianclown.

My man walked into a clown sandwich.

And apparently had a good time.

So his friend picked Lee up the next morning and asked which one he slept with. Lee said, “I’m sorry. Did I say one?” Her jaw dropped to the floor.

So now, every time I see Lee, I’m planning on calling him Clown-fucker.


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