Clowny would never screech into the Rite-Aid parking lot as if being carried by the hounds of hell, terrifying everyone within nine hundred miles. And Clowny would never gun the motor of his condominium shaped monster truck, making a VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! VROOOOOOOOOOM! sound that is certain to startle awake every creature who may have been napping from here to Uranus because that would just be a whole lotta rude as far as thoughtful Clowny is concerned, you know? that would just be downright wrong.
Thank you Clowny for your far-reaching wisdom and advice. We don’t know what we’d do without you Clowny. We appreciate you and your multi-colored U-shaped mouth.
Clowny would never dream of bursting through the doors of the neighborhood Starbucks like James Cameron accepting an academy award and then proceed to talk very loudly to the odd shaped lady next to him in line about the fact that he is on his way to a 9 AM meeting with a friend of his who knows the watermelon smashing comedian Gallagher.
Clowny would never, in a million years burst or barge, first of all and secondly Clowny would never be a loudmouth talker during library quiet morning time at Starbucks when things are supposed to be calm and peaceful.
Clowny hopes you heed this heartfelt and sage advice.
Thank you Clowny. You’ve always pointed us in the proper direction and this time you’ve truly outdone yourself with the depth of your guidance and wisdom.
We love you Clowny. Bless you and your gorgeous head of curls.
Clowny would never sit behind another person at a light who is waiting to turn left and bear down on that person like a riot of one, honking and screaming and spitting like Angelina Jolie in Girl, Interrupted.
Clowny would not do this and advises you against doing this too.
Thanks Clowny. You always give such great advice.
We don’t know what we’d do without you.