I..I…I don’t know what to do here. Do I braid it? Is something attacking you? Do you have some sort of odd growth? I don’t know, I don’t know what to do with my hands.
I honestly can’t figure out the point of a sad clown. It’s like a fat yoga instructor, sure it could work but it seems counterproductive. Anyway in this Who Wears It Better: Tears of a Clown Edition I need you guys to tell me which is sadder, a sad clown or what could possibly be an unintentional sad clown.
Indiana & Pennsylvania
That might be the most gangster shit I’ve ever seen. Oh, did I say gangster? I meant sad. That’s really sad. You need friends.
Ohhhh you’re a “pothead” I get it. Oh hot damn that’s good stuff right there! I guess that’s shorter than cutting “can’t find anyone to hire me” into your head.