On a dark and stormy night, a grandma sat at her kitchen table with a jigsaw puzzle. She had lived alone for almost a month as her grandson had moved out to live with his wife. She only had a few pieces left of the jigsaw puzzle, when she began to tremble. She hesitantly put down the last 4 pieces down and it showed a picture of her and a molester clown right outside her window. The last thing she heard, was the honking of a clown horn.
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THIS WAS A MEME! A lot of you are going to be confused, but this is for my friends. By the way yes I did steal the story from the Dead Poets Society.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Prophet Of Molester Clown
TerrorDon't be afraid, we are already here. There truly is no running.
