Showing posts with label clowns. Show all posts
Showing posts with label clowns. Show all posts

Monday, December 26, 2011

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Hey, Fuckbinds

I am here to shake up your moribund little world. Come here, so I can suck your nose. I have a flask of Bruichladdich 40 and 12,000 Euros. I want you to tell me that I am the wildest thing you've seen since King Kong. I want to redirect your circulation south. I don't care what pitiful gender you think you are.


I am Suzanne the Harlequin.


Nicked From You Can't Piss On Hospitality

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

The Family

...that wears clown pants together, really doesn't want you to know what else they do together.


From The Bounty That Is You Can't Piss On Hospitality

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Sunday, November 6, 2011

God, No!

This thing, sitting on my nightstand, turned off, in the dark, would have scared the living pee out of me as a 5 year old. Probably would have made an insomniac out of me.


Courtesy of Goof Button