this is a classic story in my family: my dad took me to meet ronald mcdonald when i was a little kid...maybe 4 or 5 years old. i remember i was wearing a red poncho, which was my favorite article of clothing at the time. i guess i wanted to impress ronald with my fashion sense. the guy who was being ronald that day was drunk as a skunk. he had a microphone, and i loudly asked my dad (and kind of directly into the microphone) why his voice sounded so funny and not at all like on the commercials. i also remember him slurring, "awwww, look at your red poncho!!!!" and he flipped the hood up onto my head. my dad was laughing. i think this is where my intense hatred of clowns began.
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So I guess you're not a fan of Killer Clown from outer space. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0095444/
i have actually seen that movie, and as cheesy as it is, it kinda freaks me out. :/
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