The car was full before Mike slid in, hip-checked Tom, and said, “When did you start wearing horseshit for deodorant?”
“Screw you!” Tom spat back, “Maybe you should dial back on the donuts, blimp boy.”
“Move your ass out of my face,” a muffled voice screamed.
Rolling to a stop the driver erupted, “Everybody shut the hell up, and get out!”
An avalanche of clowns began piling out, pushing, shoving, and slapping as the Big Top roared with laughter.
A vicious clown brawl ensued, but the people in the stands couldn’t tell…
It seems clowns paint their smiles on for a reason.