Friday, August 9, 2013

And After Breakfast, I Will EAT YOUR SOUL!

Sorry about this... Really, really sorry. I'm just having one of those days, and only Krinkles (sorry, Kuh-RINK-els!) the Clown, with his squinting, pitiless gaze, his spastic blinking, and his expressions of joy which veer suddenly and horribly into facial tics, can properly express my feelings.

13 comments:

D. Sidhe said...

Ugh. Sympathies for what sounds like a horrible no good very bad day. But a word of warning, the last time I had a Scary Clown Trying To Give Me Sweets For Breakfast day, my shrink decided to adjust my antipsychotics. So, you know, careful who you tell. :-)

Li'l Innocent said...

We're empathizing with you all the way, Scott -- but couldn't it be an exerpt of the Nixon "Checkers" speech or something next time?

Ronald C Couch said...

How did I miss those as a kid? Sugar AND honey, umum.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Cram It, Clown!
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Doc Logan said...

Jesus.

If this is the most accurate representation of how you feel, someone should be organizing a telethon for you about now.

Also, "A circus of fun"? Yeah, if your idea of fun is the stench of elephant poop and a baker's dozen of these horrifying fucks leaping out of a Yugo, well, yeah, let the good times roll.

Green Eagle said...

That was one of the most horrible things I have ever seen.

By any chance was that John Wayne Gacy?

Scott said...

It wouldn't surprise me if that was John Wayne Gacy (although he went by the name "Pogo"), but then I always find it interesting to see a celebrity's early work, before he or she really found their metier. Which is probably why I went to see a screening of Tom Hanks in the 1982 TV movie Mazes and Monsters last week.

Chris Vosburg said...

Doc Logan writes: Also, "A circus of fun"?

With any luck, you could witness the "lion's epiphany", in which he realizes he's got the weight, the speed, and claws, and why the hell am I jumping through hoops for this little dick with the whip, and gives him a proper shredding.

Sorry, but my sympathies lie firmly on the side of the big cats against those who torture them for show biz.

Anntichrist S. Coulter said...

Um, is this "Krinkles" so-called "clown" ("FLAMING FREAKAZOID FUCKTARD SADIST" seems FAR more appropriate!!!) a freshly-fired refugee from "Circus Boy," and did he ever attempt to molest "Corky," aka Micky Dolenz? (Not his stage name at the time, it was his mother's maiden name, I think, but I'm brain-farting on it right now...)

If so, it might explain an anecdote that I heard about him from a borderline-midget, woulda-been-a-spinner-if-she-weren't-so-overweight blonde republicunt from Beaumont, Texas... with her springy curls, she might've given him FLASHBACKS! Though that's not how SHE told the story... {{{{{{SHUDDER!!!!!!}}}}}}

Anntichrist S. Coulter said...

P.S.: If you REALLY wanna be horrified by the bigotry, intentional ignorance, and outright ILLEGAL profiling of "the homosexuals" in this 1950s "PSA" --- strap yerselves in, kids:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=17u01_sWjRE

It ain't the strangers who are always so dangerous, Skippy, sometimes the biggest predators are inside yer own house, not the local public restroom!

And hey, this shit just popped-up after Krinkles' video ran, it's not like I went CRUISING for '50s perversions...

Anntichrist S. Coulter said...

Aaannnnnnddd, of course, the scientific rebuttal to the above:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=PSQSx3OCrXQ

Hee hee hee...

Yup, she's fallen down the rabbit hole again, though the cold-hearted dismissal of bisexuality at the end of this video is HIGHLY offensive to me, personally...

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

By any chance was that John Wayne Gacy?

That was obviously Pennywise. The opening "I am HUNGGGGRRYYYYYY!!!" was kind of a giveaway.

Anntichrist S. Coulter said...

Y'know, Zombie, I can surely see the resemblance to Steven King's world's skeeriest-clown, but this alcoholic flop-sweat-marinated lunatic is hardly of the same caliber of horrifying, nightmare-fodder, pants-pissing TERROR as the inimitable Tim Curry.

No, I never read "IT", but the first hour of the miniseries sent me running, screaming, away from it, BECAUSE Tim was so very fucking horrifying. Yup, I'm a sissy --- obviously-fake, badly-faked, cheesily-grotesque, scenery-gnawing Roger-Corman-style schlock, I don't bat an eye, the fun is in seeing the continuity errors and pointing & laughing at the terrible attempts at "makeup."

But when the shit is REALLY REALISTIC, like "IT" --- or the scene in "7" where the assumed-dead, rotting-away-in-a-restraining-cot guy SAT STRAIGHT THE FUCK *UP* --- that shit'll have me jumping outta my seat & unintentionally sinking my razor-sharp, paper-thin nails into the arm of whomever's unlucky enough to be sitting next to me. And watching "IT" at home, alone, in the dark --- HELLLLLL NO. I admit it, I wussed-out. And I don't regret it one bit. I know that I probably missed some of Tim Curry's best work, but I can live with that.