It's summer again.
Am I happy?
No.
But if you give me a $20 bill I might.
My family loves to go to Lagoon every year, but I lose interest in it the more I go.
We finally pull up to the parking booth.
We just need to give the ticket and then we're in.
The employee looks... Different?
A clown.
Great.
I'm not scared of clowns, but I might be after this.
"I need a person if you want to enter," the shitty clown said.
My mom pushed me away telling me to go.
Awesome.
My mom just loves me.
There goes my hand.
Where's the clown dragging me too?
Shit his grip is tight.
HmhHmHhmHnmmMM?🤔
SHIT
TF?
What did I just hear?
Should I turn back?
Sure!
Why the hell not?
Oh...
Ok..
That's why.
Ok cool.
So my family just died.
Damn look at all of that blood.
Where the fuck did the cars and body go tho?
Ok.
So they dead.
Lit.
So like... The clown saved my life then?
Alright.
That's one problem off my shoulders.
