"Gonna get myself connected."
I get to dig trenches today. This is a continuation of the logging I did for my dear parents two weeks ago, as the lawn perestroika marches forth. During my short break period I thought it cogent to archive here an idea myself and Mr. Grow have been marinating upon recently.
Okay, so you've heard of clown colleges, right? No doubt. What if there were other institutions of higher clown learning? Clown monasteries, military academies, and dojos, for example. Would these more conservative, stringent loci produce highly-disciplined clowns? Imagine a clown whose hilarious suit wasn't baggy at all, but was instead perfectly tailored. He would never be caught in public with a painted-on five o-clock shadow, because he shaves twice a day. His bright red hair would be cropped into a high-and-tight, or perhaps a top knot. His "gags" would be impossibly complex riddles that would take a team of men ten years to solve, but would be so humorous that it would completely reinvent their lives forever. Instead of throwing cream pies in the faces of belligerents at close range, he would be able to kill a man with a rice cake from a distance of 300 yards. Additionally, his smiley makeup would just be a straight line across his face.
Now I must continue my trenchwork.
Okay, so you've heard of clown colleges, right? No doubt. What if there were other institutions of higher clown learning? Clown monasteries, military academies, and dojos, for example. Would these more conservative, stringent loci produce highly-disciplined clowns? Imagine a clown whose hilarious suit wasn't baggy at all, but was instead perfectly tailored. He would never be caught in public with a painted-on five o-clock shadow, because he shaves twice a day. His bright red hair would be cropped into a high-and-tight, or perhaps a top knot. His "gags" would be impossibly complex riddles that would take a team of men ten years to solve, but would be so humorous that it would completely reinvent their lives forever. Instead of throwing cream pies in the faces of belligerents at close range, he would be able to kill a man with a rice cake from a distance of 300 yards. Additionally, his smiley makeup would just be a straight line across his face.
Now I must continue my trenchwork.