By Gary Davison
The car was already beyond full before Mike slid in, hip-checked Tom, and said: “When did you start substituting horse shit for deodorant?”
“Screw you!” Tom spat back. “Maybe you should dial back the donuts, blimp boy.”
“Move your butt out of my face,” a muffled voice yelled.
Rolling to a stop, the driver erupted. “Everybody shut the hell up and get out!”
An avalanche of clowns began piling out, pushing, shoving, and slapping as the Big Top roared with laughter.
A vicious clown brawl ensued, but no one could tell. It seems clowns paint their smiles on for a reason.
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