UGLAAAY

I have a fear of clown since I was 3 y/o.Mom wanted to take me to her office family day and as usual I was like a drowning man clutching at a straw so desperate not to go and the immense important reason:COULROPHOBIA

Say what?Look at those killer clown face and they thought children will laugh at tht ugly face?I rather laugh at a cow doing a sommersault. -_-

Continue on to the story,yeah,my plan wasn't working,mom cajoled me but more to oblige me I guess ,saying that they're gonna have a big fat cotton candy which she knew would works all the time to make me do something.Police,help me,I've been abused

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I would say it was worth it to come but not when something real bad happened.A big-UHH-GLAY-nose-with-white powdered face-plus-a colourful wig clown came to me and he asked me to try and pinch his red nose and back there when I was 3 I've learnt not to talk to stranger so I shoo-ed him away but this stupid clown kept on bothering me expecting me to laugh.So I cried and give a out-of-my-territory-scumbag glare.I won,no more clown(!)

So clown you better watch out.

P/s:But I would absolutely accept the dog-shaped balloon,TQ ;0)