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Thursday, November 17, 2005

"Mama"


I walked up my stairs to find this on my landing.

Dolls creep me out. Especially ugly dolls in unnatural sitting positions randomly placed outside my front door.


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2 Comments:

Blogger Snarky the Moonbat said...




Dolls creep me out, particularly the New York Dolls, but clowns are what I really find disturbing. You just know that, behind the painted-on smile, the wretches are thinking about cannibalism, human sacrifice or Democratic political activism.

We don't want to even start a conversation about mimes...

Saturday, November 19, 2005

 
Blogger girlfriday said...




Mom tells me that when I was a little girl she would come into my room and I would be staring ahead wild-eyed and say, "Clowns. Get me."

Which reminds me of the Deep Thought: "To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad."

So yeah, down with dolls, clowns and mimes. Brrr.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

 

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