At work today, it came up that I embody some sort of clown; leading to multiple other discussions. And in a lot of ways I think that might be true, I do like to make people laugh. However, I decided that the kind of clown I’d rather be, if given the choice, is the middle-aged clown that never got it together.
Not:
Nor the less-often-seen:
But more of a:
Jes.