The saddest part will be when the initial fad dies down and the crowds dissipates because listening to a benzo-wine clown babble incoherently becomes a cognito hazard after a while. She just sits there, laughing at her own musings for 12 hours a day, and people try not to make eye contact as they pass by.
The saddest part will be when the initial fad dies down and the crowds dissipates because listening to a benzo-wine clown babble incoherently becomes a cognito hazard after a while. She just sits there, laughing at her own musings for 12 hours a day, and people try not to make eye contact as they pass by.