Agnew never lost the “stigma” of clownism. As early as the third day of his Governorship of the state of Maryland in 1966, people were overheard asking themselves, “Who is this clown?”
Minerva Grosspointedly made a minute fortune selling her hand-painted Agnew clown balloons.
Minerva Grosspointedly, fortunately (and coincidentally), lived in Fells Point, Baltimore City, and was thus exempt from the Wrath Of Agnew, who was Baltimore County executive when he got wind of Minerva’s balloon sideline. He had threatened to have her home condemned. She responded, “Up yours, clown.”
Orlando Jones was the Seven-Up’s official spokesmen when the company pitched MacDonalds to carry its line of beverages. The Board of Directors did not respond well to Mr. Jones using the company’s then catchphrase appropriately as he said “Make Seven… Up Yours, Clown!”
Until recently, the tallest wooden roller coaster in the world was located in Oslo, Norway. A local, and universally reviled, Bozo impersonator, Spiro Beauregard, was insistent on being the first to ride it, even going so far as to talk them into letting him ride it before it was finished. What he didn’t know was that they hadn’t put the brakes in yet, catapulting him out of his seat and to his death at the end of the ride. After his funeral, the ride was renamed “The Oopyurscloon”, which local tradition and the tourist bureau claims is translated as “Oh my, what a rotten spot of luck for poor Spiro.”
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The barbeque vendor next to the Oopyurscloon ride had a huge spike in business after the unfortunate death of Spiro Beauregard. He offered chopped meat burgers called “Cloonsyguttes”, which most tourists did not realize meant “You’re eating the flesh of a clown named Spiro”.
Clown meat tastes funny.
Of course clown meat tastes funny: it tastes like rubber chicken!
The first rubber egg preceded the first rubber chicken by roughly fifteen years. Rubber eggs were a somewhat popular prop for clowns during the end of the nineteenth century. Unfortunately, rubber eggs are not very funny and clowns who used them were frequently booed off the stage. Clowning might have died as a serious profession had not the rubber chicken (and the resulting laughs) replaced the disappointing egg.
All the clown-discarded rubber eggs are kept in a tire junkyard in Freer, Texas. Migrating swans occasionally try to hatch them.
Stephen Sondheim’s original lyrics for Send in the Clowns were:
Don’t you love farts
My fart I fear.
I think that you smelled
What I dealt.
Sorry, my dear.
Clowns are aliens sent here from the planet Baboonia. The painted face that we see is really their ass. Obviously they have a completely different digestive system from humans.
Which is an evolutionary advantage as it makes their digestive system perfectly adaptable for digesting Cloonsyguttes.
The word “Sondheim” is Norwegian for “Pole Arm-O.” No one is sure what that O at the end is for or what it has to do with Cloonsyguttes.
A mention of the English word “clown” in Norway carries a six month prison sentence and E$5,00 fine.
Jeg Erenklovn served two years in prison for telling his “Two clowns walked into a bar…” joke at a political fundraising dinner for Sproot Agnew.
In all eight Sámi languages (North, South, Skolt, Inari, Lule, Pite, Ume and Kemi) spoken in Lapland, “Erenklovn” translates literally into “clown” and figuratively into “asshole.”
By definition, Clowning is not a “serious profession.”
So miming as a profession is unheard of?