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.