I love the smell of clowns in the morning
So today as I was stopped at a light on my way to work, I happen to glance over and there's this donut shop. And right as I see it, a clown walks out. Like a full-blown birthday clown all clowny with his clown self. And he walks out into the street like it's totally normal to be a clown out in public waiting at a stoplight at 8:15 on a Wednesday morning, chowing on a donut. He's either totally crazy or just doesn't give a shit. But wouldn't you want to talk to him either way?